KATE. I JUST NOTICED THAT LOWERCASE D'S LOOK LIKE SLIPPERS.
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
After the nose/jizz incident i think our relationship can handle anything.
I'll reiterate. Best drinking game ever. I shall teach it to my children's children
Every part of me is in agreement...but mostly my vagina
Don't worry, the house smells like waffles more than sex
Don't they also have a lot of serious head injuries?
I didn't say I wanted to marry one of them. Or that I want one to perform surgery on me. I just want to have hot, dirty, MMA style sex.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
How do we stop her downward spiral?
Wine. For us.
You might have to deal with a coked up ex pan American gold medalist wrestler when you get back to the room
Don't be offended, the only thing I'm attracted to right now is snack cakes and chicken wings.
I just formed the "shit on a tree in Chicago club." And I feel awful about it.
whatcha doing?
lying in bed pretending to be a slug
i have paint on my face i'm missing my earrings, there's a bag of rice in my room, and i have a purse full of monopoly pieces
You're lucky I'm holding your vagina in my best interests
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