Nobody asked me to prom, so I took my calculator.
Pics or it didn’t happen
His name is T.I.
He brought me flowers.
Obligatory outdoor photos.
Here I am, introducing him to friends.
A close-up shot of his dashing visage.
My principal talked about it in his weekly email, but he got it wrong. That tux was some damn fine imported silk.
sounds like something I would do..
i dont even talk to people on this site i just sit here and reblog shit
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