Forget about socially acceptable. Make me happy instead
WOAH SHIT! That wasn't my girlfriend last night.
my soul wont recognize me after tonight
i'm having a wet tshirt contest with myself and yet i'm still losing
when the lights went off, all i could see was the glowing of the camera light in the closet... i got the fuck out of there so fast.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
if that dog is afraid of alcohol then he's no dog of mine
I woke up with my left arm looking like it got mauled by a lion. Oo and she said someone broke her car window.
Just realized these events may be related.
I don't remember much, but my night is dated pre-Jaeger and post-Jaeger. Also, my boss may or may not have tucked me in.
She pulled out a handful of chest hair. And then gave the room a Brave Heartesque speech.
Yea. I feel great. My life is great. My job isn't as shitty. And my daddy loves me. I love strip clubs. Great self esteem boost.
He was hammered and shot his pistol into the lawn. Next thing I know sheriffs are at our house with M4s. He likes to party
Easy Mac and you are the sexiest things in my life
dad is drunk and texting us pictures of bread
Being forward is somethimes a problems. Like in sexual deity Kong.
I think you’re losing coherence.
I am
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