To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
just walked by a lingerie store, the sign out front, "Specials for Father's Day", in no way is that just not wrong.
i just googled "what is oprah really like?" how do YOU think my night is going?
i find it simply astounding you spelled drunken wrong but pterodactyl right
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
you made them have somersault races with you thru the lobby..
proof that my night is going well: I can still open doors
there's chocolate cake in my bathtub.. I don't even want to know how the hell chocolate cake wound up in my tub..
you're asking me why i keep burn ointment in my purse.... do you really want to know the answer to that question?
By the way, I'm pretty sure your husband is publicly advocating more BJs for my husband, via Facebook.
I'm driving while wearing hulk hands
I just stood on my roof naked pouring vodka onto my garden. sweet dreams
I consider myself to be an upstream bisexual
You're the salmon of the gays...
We fucked so hard and loud that the everyone at the party downstairs starting chanting his name. Oh I we broke a lamp.
Don't worry, I'm taking the best gay radar in the World, my sister's boobs. All guy who is not looking at them, it's fair play for us.
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