By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE
The cop only confirmed I'm .22% Irish. Then I threw up on him.
after watching ten minutes of "the decision," I conclude that King Lebron has more influence on America than Barak Obama. I love our countries values.
I told him i wanted to be exclusively cheating with him
please don't text me until you can spell three letter words again.
i told you the emergency thong was a good idea.
his extensive knowledge of the age of consent laws kinda scares me....
Like I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things
Also I played a weird game of chicken in the ladies room at work between myself the person pooping 2 stalls over and a very determined maintenance man.
Would jacking off with Benadryl cream be good or bad for the poison oak on my dick?
I'm literally taking a shit naked holding a bottle of wine.
Let me know. Show me one boob if yes. 2 if no
The struggles of a small town man whore
I don't know if I'm dying or this is just a mild inconvenience
Call me Sherlock Holmes, bitch.
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