So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
Her cum face looks like the large marge scene in pee-wees big adventure
you dialed the number "23" then talked to it for three minutes
I swear it's like I have a jerk off quota I have to meet each week. If I miss three days I have a wet dream and it's like a wasted jizz, and it gets everywhereeeeeee.
Im drunk with people I love less than you. fix it.
I'm pretty sure every guy I've been with this weekend has made a solid attempt at getting me pregnant...
And if I could both stabilize myself *and* pick things up with my penis... Well, I wouldn't be on the fire dept...
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
I smell like thanksgiving dinner and bad decisions. Its not even thanksgiving yet.
Like, I just want a guy who will drop what he's doing to come touch my vagina whenever I want and to leave me the hell alone whenever I want. Is that SO MUCH TO ASK??
I hit an all time low we ran out of coke and I met up with my dealer at 8 in the morning for a re-up. great customer service though.
The people at Perkins seem so judgemental. Big deal if i'm handcuffed to stripper in a star-n-stripes bikini. We still gotta eat.
Bug bite on my vagina. I think we need to stop this 'sex in awesome places campaign.'
All of a sudden he got that look on his face and ran to the dance floor and started fist pumping to Rihanna that kind of night
Security showed up because apparently we were fucking too loud.
As your roommate I can attest that y'all do indeed fuck rather loudly
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