So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
don't wear any deodorant. we have to do everything we can to sabotage this wedding
I just don't see what's wrong with carrying a water bottle around.
It's not the bottle. It's the fact that you're drinking wine out of a sport bottle at 9 am.
What's the kids name that was drinking stale beer and redbull out of the blender?
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
You scratched my dick last night. It deserves an apology and I fell that actions speak louder than words when it comes to apologies like this.
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
The blackout version of me left a ransom note to the sober self. Somebody needs to control that guy
Nah, this is the University of Tennessee. She'll get the clap, and get busted for having pot in her dorm by spring break. This time next year she'll be part-timing at a community college as a nursing major. So predictable it hurts.
You played Frank Sinatra today after we had sex. You moved way up in my literal book of men. Congrats.
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
Is this really the life I've chosen for myself?
Something tells me tonight will end with me wearing my pants on my head again.
Not sure how my purse ended up in the bushes last night... Or why there was a noodle strainer in the toilet.
Tomorrow has nothing to do with the threesome
I am the one with the vagina. I get to call it.
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