Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
I hate bills.
Like ones you have to pay or people named William?
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
If you don't remember anything tomorrow, this is to remind you that you asked me in secret to build a bobsled with you and re-enact Cool Runnings.
I think I'm finally maturing. I'm happy he found someone. Good for him. I sincerely hope she doesn't choke on his tiny penis.
Although, to be fair, I am both willing and going to lick marshmallow fluff off of your dick.
In a min. With a stripper at the hospital. Business. Not pleasure.
Please stop hiding condoms in my house. If I want to have sex with you, I will let you know. FYI, my mom found the ones hidden behind the milk. She was not happy.
It's a gay bachelor party, it's not like dignity is to be expected
Back. Waiting on Thong the shuttle bus driver. THONG
Sex aside I am really scared about Syria...
You seriously knocked all the beer off the table, broke the beer pong table, broke the bar and kept yelling "you have to warn me first!" all because I wouldn't let you have another four loco
is there a line between daddy kink and oedipus complex?
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
she's the poster child for how alcoholism can be fun.
Randomize
