I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
Nothing gets me like the O.C. theme song does.
And that's when I found out that Patrick wasn't in fact down with O.P.P.
New realization: eye makeup remover takes sharpie off boobs
you rubbed the head of my dick and said "I shall call you Squishy and you shall be mine and you shall be my Squishy."
My porch is a mess of peanut butter and tostitos...thanks for that.
I came home to burning cookies and him outside "tanning" naked.
He just wants an even tan
Well right now I am watching him use the fire extinguisher off the pourch.
I need to quit being a slut. It's to the point that I got my period today and automatically I Believe I Can Fly popped into my head.
He yelled "Go Ducks" while he came
I don't trust him but hanging out with him might be fun
he's literally satan but yeah probably
Apparently I was directing traffic outside of Keeneland. Apparently I'm not a police officer. Who knew....
i doubt you are even in possession of a crowbar.
I suggest you not find out the hard way
I dont need your sympathy!!!! Just a fifth of vodka and gummy bears...lots and lots of gummy bears to take my agression out on.
Damn that sucks I haven't needed pants the whole time i've been here
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