Taylor Swift is so right about you.
You totally narrated your dogs thoughts for 2 and a half hours last night, and I was enthralled. I didn't say one word, I just listened.
I opened my browser to a doctor page titled "serious pain under left side of ribcage". Last night must have been healthy.
slut bingo starts in ten minutes ...
she trying to cartwheel up the stairs... not going so well
I know. My only sports are biking to buy drugs and running from the police.
Between the dance party in the car and the distraction of the momma bear and two cubs im a cops wet dream roght now when comes to wreckless driving.
Yes, but it's not new to me. It's like every time a new guy finds out I'm a squirter it's a novelty so they make me squirt and squirt and squirt until their bed is completely soaked. And then afterwards they complain that there isn't a dry bit to sleep on. No shit Sherlock.
All that fucking tequilla made my head feel like it's inside of a body builder's asshole. He's doing squats.
got blackout drunk at the conference and wandered around Minneapolis with a homeless person until one of the other interns found me...I think I'm ready for adulthood.
I hate him. I fucked every one of his friends AND his fat brother and he still won't break up with me.
Dude, she got "I party too much" skinny. She looks like a recovering drug addict.
That's like.....u just dangled a sex carrot in front of me then took it away!
Neighbour is sobbing. Difficult to masturbate.
i'll explain later but cookie monster is playing the xylophone
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