Apparently they shut down a cook out cause people were selling drugsout the drive thru. Nice to be home
Until he has ordered mozzarella sticks & beers at 2pm while wearing formal attire, then this is still my bar.
he texted me at 1 in the morning to ask if i wanted to come over and play in the snow with him
at least he gets points for a creative booty call
You dont understand he had a split tongue thats bucket list worthy.
You dont realize corn stalks will cut until you run from the cops through a corn field.
I'd say I'd distract him, but I lose my psychic powers when guys get girlfriends. And by psychic powers I mean taking off my top.
I just tried to text you by typing "whoa" into my contacts.
He's moaning and crying and coughing up something audibly liquid. I can't live in this house any more.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
So if her brother fucks my brother, can I just tell her that anal sex is in her genes?
However, you did manage to order seven different drinks while fingering her at the packed bar - it was like watching the pizza men pound the dough in the windows
When God made him he put all his talent in his dick. What he lacks in brain, he makes up for in loin.
It was like if the scent of sour milk and burning tires had a baby in taste form.
Is it bad form to puke out of a dorm window to avoid looking bad in front of the people in your room?
How about from a sixth floor window?
I want to disappear from this job like a fart in the wind.💨
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