i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
what happened last night?
u kept telling him to fuck u optimus prime style
that explains why his roommate kept saying autobots roll out this morning as i left
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
its not that she doesnt like having sex with you, your balls just smell worst then your ass.
Working out to an exercise video on OnDemand. Also, drinking beer and eating cream cheese with a side of bagel in between stretches.
He was just laying on the stairs and then screamed, "Is that a clubhouse?" I haven't seen him since
he put $150 on the cabs dash so 9 of us could pile in and ride 3 blocks to the apartment.
Well, at least he doesn't refer to you as his associate. his mattress associate
I want to hump her dimples until her face caves in.
So many issues. You honestly need help.
Now back to adults eating hotdogs.
I gave him head during Pitch Perfect 2, I felt like the Bella's were cheering me on with their back up tunes
How are you and your magical vagina doing today?
I have to sleep with him. We're too much alike. It's like clash of the titans, except instead of clashing, he's putting it in me.
Then you fell out of your chair, looked right at me and said, "You are sooo drunk."
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