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i want two things in life...emily to stop talking and a block of cheese.
she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
she just made me lysol my hands in order to touch her tits.
I think she kind of thinks she's better than us now ... please. I go to Michigan.
I get free beer too. Its called a vagina and its accepted everywhere like visa
We have nothing in common but the sex rocks, would it be awful to develop a drug habit just to have a topic of conversation?
i'm considering texting him with "i'm leaving the country for a year, wanna fuck?"
do it. it's every man's dream.
He's Hawaiian. Thank god it wasnt a real American
every time i wear that dress i get kicked out of a bar.
He thought the strainer was a giant bowl to puke in.
just run out there and shit all over the driveway when he comes.. and then point at him
WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ASSHOLE WHO BREAKS OUT THE SHOTS
How did she break his doorknob?
That was our fault. We put a chair under the doorknob so that she wouldn't wander out of his room in the middle of the night and jump into bed with her ex. But she's stronger than we thought.
I think my body is literally trying to get me to reproduce. "fuck someone! Anyone!" - my body
He told me that before I went to bed I needed to do my stretches and then processed to demonstrate a squat thrust, while completely naked.
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