hipster in red sally jessy raphael glasses inside. kick her.
I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
fuck. I just remembered I agreed to let you finger me last night for solely for "scientific purposes"
I think I'm going to wait until after Halloween to call off the wedding. No need to ruin my favorite holiday.
Sorry really high. We have no lighter so we're lighting the bowl with rolled up paper towels lit by candle which also lit with a rolled up paper towel that we lit with the stove eye
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
By the way, playing "guess who I had sex with last night" was a great way to start a Thursday, or any day
Well there is another shower in Nov. So I have three months to figure out how to get some drunk space fucking. May need some of your mead
She is the absolute last thing I would want to screw. Honestly. Fellating a porcupine. Higher on the list.
It's 3:30pm, I've been out of bed for an hour and spent most of that barfing. We're switching to beer next debate.
He told me to prepare for his "Jurassic cock" and I had to leave the room from laughing.
Long story short, I found someone who takes me seriously when I say I have a Shakespeare kink.
tell raye i said hi and sorry for bleeding on the limes
She has my name on her bucket list. I’m either getting laid or killed
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