separated laundry into 'got laid' and 'didn't get laid' piles.
this whole healthcare thing got me thinking.. without knowing it my parents are now going to be paying for my dealer to be able to live..
All I remember was the chick screaming "don't hookup with him! His dick's the size of a cucumber"
you called her butter tits and then threw up in your cup. i dont know if theres any way to come back from that
I loved your drunken rendition of "I wanna dance with somebody" that you left on my voicemail last night.
I still can't believe you had sex with someone who willingly went by Peaches.
He looks like he'd be great Lego character.
dude Steve you don't even know. its just been one hairy asshole after another.
crossing my fingers that hitting golf balls off my pourch was a dream and not something that actaculy happened
He's def the type to chop us into bits whilst screaming "NAPA BITCH". AKA my type
She's barefoot and topless screaming "HERE KITTY-KITTY" at a stray cat in the ditch on the side of the highway. How do I get her back in the car?
That hot guy just got to class and he's eating a bagel sandwich. I dunno which I'm more attracted to
I'm questioning my decision to swallow this morning while my stomach was in hangover mode
Would you think less of me if I said I was eating a toaster strudel in the bath.
He kept saying "Ayyyyyyy" during foreplay... during sex.... during everything! It felt like I was having sex with friggin Fonzie from Happy Days!
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