Hey Operation Dumbo Drop... FYI, when you select your date this evening, our doorway is 3'x7'
Smoking bowl and applying to community college. I now know how I got here.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
But then he started to talk about his wedding he wants and I quote " and yes parts will be choreographed"
If our dicks could shake hands in congratulations they would
These margaritas aren't just going to regret themselves.
It's like getting ready for my vaginas own execution
I told your dad we had a nice lunch and hung out for awhile. It seemed more appropriate than "I had a bite of his canned chili and then we ripped each others clothes off."
PLEASE. I won't throw up on the floor this time. Or fuck in the bathroom. Or dance on the pool table. So PLEASE.
so when our kids ask "when did you know you loved mommy?" you're gonna say "when she sent me emoticons about slobbing on my knob?"
We are so blessed to to have nicely shaped vaginas
I thank god almighty everyday
Also, I'm going to yoga because I have a Taylor Swift range of emotions right now.
She has dubbed herself the Pied Piper of Penis and keeps yelling about getting Cocktober started... Will send pix soon
He does impressions. Handy knowing you can get fucked by one guy and pretend a group of celebrities is running a train on you.
I don't wanna SLEEP with him, I want to start bar fights with him. There's a difference.
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