Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I have way too much money in my bra to be responsible.
Things got outta hand once she told me to water-board her with Patron.
I'm okay. We got a prayer rug sent to us with the face of jesus on it. From Tulsa Oklahoma. Kinda weird.
i have a feeling i am the only one who can successfully pull off the "slutty kentucky derby" look.
you were afraid hed set himself on fire so you dumped a box of baking soda on him
okay when i look at this i can see it on the future news along with the headline "picture scandal involving senatorial candidate sexually harassing drunken idiot in what appears to be a pink room of pain"
As a gentleman, I asked her if she was sure and she just whispered "wreck me" in my ear. I took that as a green light.
He left for work so I drank pickle juice from his fridge
all his sexual metaphors involve condiments, should I worry?
hey at least you are getting hit on, i spent all day researching cat sedatives
I was christened with Fireball shots by some guy at the bar. I'm practically Jesus now.
Ughh I think I'll just sit here in the dark and wallow in self-pity while drinking wine and knitting scarves for my future cats.
I told him to not try to hang out with me ever again and now I regret it Bc im bleeding through my uterus and just want him to suck on my aching nipples
"I'm 22, I could die in a piano bar." -a sentence i actually just said to my boss
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