Let's start a violent farting gang. We can do walkbys.
i need a lesbian romance or unplanned pregnancy for some spicein my life.
god is playing jersey shore on new years on purpose. he wants me to play drinking games and die. i wish he knew how serious this is.
i just fucked the bartender on my cruise to get free alcohol. have things gone too far?
You kept telling that ginger girl, "it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
I need your advice and before you say it, no, it cannot be solved by a blow job
You clearly don't understand the power you wield with your mouth.
my resolution for 2011 is to fuck him whenever he wants it. this year I'm going above and beyond the call of booty.
we found you in the kitchen at five am trying to make a vodka omelette. you said you didn't want to live in a world where your two favourite things couldn't be together.
It was the textbook our-balls-touched-while-engaged-in-a-threesome-with-our-bosses-wife conversation.
It amazes and alarms me I'm not shocked to read that.
You cannot meet up with him at the tailgate, his parents are there. What are you going to say "Hi I'm the one who fucks your son, can I get a cheeseburger?"
My loniness meter has reached its peak. I just played shadow puppets using my Big Mac on the wall with my cats
Wait, there's no way I said I would suck his dick. I know drunk Katie.
No, you told him to suck YOUR dick.
See now that sounds like drunk Katie.
I just fuked with kevins application and made it say that he does conjugal visits for community service
hey some people donate their time while apparently kevin donates his body
The car smells like weed is an understatement.
Well, for starters, you were growling and slurping beer from a puddle on the carpet. Let's all hope that was beer...
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