Rule #1. Nothing comes between you and fantasy sports. Not even a hot chick willing to give you a blow job
Just discovered Kim Possible porn. Life is now complete.
consequently i now know what mace tastes like
We were squawking at each other for over an hour like chickens. Literally. Never touching the stuff again and never again showing my face at that Denny's.
I can trace it back to that drunken night where we peed on each other in the shower.
The waitress bought us a round. She said if anyone could do 52 margarita mondays in a row, it was us.
Free tacos and bad night are never used in the same sentence
I send him pictures of my tits whenever I feel like he's paying too much attention to his girlfriend.
As i was laying there shouting that he dislocated my hip he actually reached his armed around and patted himself on the back
I just want to have normal problems like what kind of puppy to get, or should I pay a hooker to fuck Scott, or even a dilemma about fucking Twizzlers. I don't know.
I need Mexican food. Like, I'd take it through a needle at this point. It's totally worth the track marks.
HIS NAME IN MY PHONE IS JOSHUA DREAMCHASER I CAN NOT
NO SHAME NOVEMBER
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
Played Gay Bar on the jukebox and pissed off the Republicans here. Best day before birthday ever.
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