Honestly, the only thing great about middle school were converses.
*laughs at something stupid someone said about sex*
don't laugh, i had to explain the anatomy of a vulva to you
*starts cracking up because he was there when it happen*
*cracking up too* lol what did i call myself again?
a "vulva master"
yes, i am a vulva master now
well i fucking hope so .
I remember we had to sing a song about the water cycle in 5th grade, and i was in a group with 3 other girls and we called ourselves the “Dudettes.” It was great.
“I’m sorry for calling you what you are, an asshole.”
(Lolololol class today)
instead of doing hw, i’d rather stare at the glue that holds my hair tie together…
This is ridiculous. #howtonotletgo
okay, cat names:
i danced to this at homecoming as soon as it started playing, i was eating a fucking cookie in the process. DANZA KADUROOOOOOOOOO