some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
Well, I want to see you regardless of whether or not you will lick whipped cream off my body.
That's cool. At least the punch line of my story isn't I shit in a booth at Denny's.
I've used my house key more to do bumps of coke than I've used it to get in my house.
He slapped my ass and his clap-on light turned on.
I'm wearing a cape at the laundromat. I really can't say shit
My aunt left me alone with the instructions to "get waisted" by the time she returns. I love drunk aunt.
Just do it. I grew some lady balls and did it last year. It's your turn. Time to show what you're made of. Hit it or quit it.
Why are you taking pics in the bathroom with the plunger? I mean you still look hot and I'm totally going to wack off to it.
i mean i'm drinking free wine with lesbians and listening to sinead oconnor so i'm not sure who won that breakup
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
It's amazing what a couple of orgasms can do for a girls demeanor.
Im not sure if the cops that just came are strippers or actually cops
Apparently she hired a private investigator when he took out a restraining order on her. So the answer is no, I didn't hit it.
Jus had a dream that I borrowed bob dylans car to save us from a pack of raptors. Pretty stoked about it.
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