No, don't ignore my call, i just need to know, whats cuter a pig in boots or a miniature horse sitting down..
ur plase or mine? lol
well if you don't learn how to spell, you may be at your place and I'll be at mine.
We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
I'm pretty sure you can't just waltz into a walk in clinic and ask them to de-baby you.
all i asked was if it was all the way in, and now im laying here alone. sensitive guys fucking suck
started to yawn and threw up hamburger helper instead. awesome night.
I woke up this morning next to a stack of saltines & a txt from u saying "do it." it took me a second to remember wat was going on
All I remember is apologizing to his sister for being a bad influence while I was throwing up into a big gulp cup.
so the good news is that i can't possibly burn my eyelashes off tonight at the bbq.
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
The cops busted down the door and everyone ran. I was just trying to find my shirt before I got arrested
It's not so much that I'm giving her money because I threw up on her floor. It's more like I'm paying her to never ever mention it again.
my near death experience doubled as my sexual awakening
just used my $120 dollar stats book for the first time to kill an ant... good thing i stole it
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