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yeah, good thing i spelled it write.

well, FIRST THINGS FIRST, you really need to kill yourself.

she's going to hate your guts for telling her in a text message, duhh

ahahaha.

you have asshole cops. ours are the chillest dudes ever, and they really don't give two shits about ANYTHING.

first things frist...i used to type "h/u" on msn when i was like twelve. dump her, srsly. find a chick who will put out. ...i sound like a guy. thirdly, wtf is a sophmore? is that grade 11?

you forgot bukowski's obsession with hookers, duh

19 is a big deal here in b to the ritish columbia

omg, whosever prom date you were..she was one lucky bitch. har, har.

kooteany mountain ale is all i need in life.

haha, rory you're adorable.

"you are a smelly pirate hooker." "would you like to come to the..pants..party? the pants party? party..pants..?" "brick, are you trying to tell me that there's a party in your pants and i'm invited?" "that's it!" "did ron tell you to do this?" "no...yes." "its quite the pungent smell..it...

i just laughed out loud when i found this becuase its the foulest picture in canada and i really look like i'm on speed.

3 or 4%?! jesus i love living in canada.

i find some powder and make first tracks. best. feeling. ever.

uh, you're a freaking sex god.

i really don't think there's any way this can actually accuratley show your racial preference..its so fast and confusing..they could use fucking cats and dogs and it would be like, "you prefer caaaaats!" but really, its just a mind game. y'knaaah?

you had the hottest date ever, girlfriend.

i'll just stop this nonsense and end the discussion: i really do have the raddest icon in canada.