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Never in my life have I felt so fucking little.
Me: Hi, I'm Bill and I fuck biches and get money.
Group: Hi, Bill.
Eating at In-N-Out for the first time. Oddly enough it's also my motto for fucking.
A Favstar iPhone/Android app to fuck up the rest of our lives.
It hurts. It hurts so bad.
My tweets are my random thoughts and hardly ever directed at anyone in general. Simple as that.
I should either be dead or in jail due to my past decisions. When it comes down to it, no matter what comes my way, I will be ok.
Tonight, I became the person I said I would never be. I've got no one to blame but myself.
Look at you over there sucking on your E-Cig, or as I like to call it, your fluid filled dildo that ejaculates "vapor."
And I thought Twitter was my safe place.
If you're a dude and you tell me you love me when we're drunk then I will, and I repeat, I will, punch you in the dick.
Sometimes a wound has trouble healing until you first pull out the splinter.
There is no justification for stupidity. Nice try.
I <3 porn.
Oh, you remember the days where has was .92 per gallon? I fucking remember when an ounce of weed was $90!
What do you do when you have a shit ton of love to give but no faith or trust? Drink, I guess.
Expect to always be in the wrong if someone always takes everything you say as a literal attack.