It's not a real calculator it's a math calculator
I think my emotional moodswings have reached a new low. I cried for the entire duration of changing my tampon.
At least you didnt end up topless in a Tina Turner wig singing cabaret tunes
on my arm i have a score card from when we apparently had a competition to see who could harden his nipples fastest..
who won?
THAT is your concern right now?
Omg. In the pub, there's a guy shouting at the olympic channel 'yeah! Kill that motherfucker!' we're watching figure skating.
He's only a little bit crosseyed.
I think this is one situation where "a little bit" doesn't mean much.
I am seriously thinking about wearing a blanket as a cape. So when I pass out tonight the blanket might keep me warm.
What kind of life do I lead that no one is surprised by the fact that I was watching porn at work with the hot 37 year old?
Sex is always the answer.
Especially if the question is: what have I not had this year?
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
Well, he hasn't actually seen me naked. Just my boobs... and the left side of my vagina.
No it's like. I don't respect you. And I think you're a terrible person but. I still wanna bone it out.
I'll be perfectly honest; there are times other guys have consented to have sex with me because of my punctuation.
I might need to come puke in your toliet on the way home
Don't get mad at me now, you have my car and all the doughnuts
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