So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
He made me pinky-promise that he gave me an orgasm.
I'm slowing backing away from her. I tried breaking up with her and it felt like I was clubbing baby seals.
Try not to bring up the fact that I woke up and couldn't find my pants... He might get the wrong idea.
How's work?
Spinning.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
After the baby comes, I'll make us White Russians with my breast milk. That will teach her about sharing.
I think I've forgotten how to blink. Help plz?
I think you're my feminist conscience sometimes.
Here's a concept though: eating pasta while getting laid
she has no right to get mad at us for drinking during the wedding. she's the one that chose the bridesmaid dresses with pockets.
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
My life is a random series of events connected only by bottles of Seagram's 7
i know were having a "heart to heart" right now, but does it make you feel uncomfortable that im sexting someone right now?
Randomize
