Ha. Yes. I'm at a strip club. I'm the barack obama of strip clubs
Are you going to tell your therapist we boned?
Somewhere in this world my second husband is in 9th grade.
I'm full of awesome ideas
Yesss you are. Im full of confusion. I keep finding peanut butter on my legs...
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
OH MY GOD. JESUS STRIPPER. THERE IS A JESUS STRIPPER HERE. A STRIPPER DRESSED AS JESUS.
I think this breakup is Gods way of telling me I deserve a bigger dick
Going to.goingto.gtoing to DIE DIE DIEEEE......i feel like everyeone impotrant in my life like MLK is judging me.... saddd day
Oh shit I just realized the ropes are still tied to the bedposts
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
I'm wearing spiderman underwear, the question is what am I NOT capable of
Blame the bisexuality and move on?
I just woke up and there was a condom wrapper stuck in my hair. This is my life.
Didn't you sleepover at your grandparents?
You’d probably be happy to know that I think I’ve mastered the skill of knowing “my type” and then steering clear
FINALLY. I THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME!
Someone should walk up to them and say, "We're sorry, you're too hot to be out here with the other humans."
Randomize
