I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
Also I just saw on facebook your sister is taking pole dancing lessons. Just a heads up.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
That's the last time we joust in Radio Flyer wagons after margarita night.
They are making fun of natty and blackberries.
Tell them they are ugly.
I walked in and she was doing shots, betting the managers if any of the customers would notice, and screaming that nothing would ruin her Saturday night. Say what you want, I like working with my sister.
Managed to discreetly puke out of a moving streetcar window, in front of no less than a dozen people. Nobody saw/said anything. I feel like a legit local now.
I wish I'd realized he looked like Skrillex before I was already in the middle of fucking him...
I think id rather titty fuck an A cup than deal with what happened tonight again. shits depressing
So I got my junk pierced since we've fucked. You should get in on this.
What does it say about my expectations if I'm pounding three beers the hour before a date?
I wish I had a picture of me and ron helping that stripper lick her own vagina
We got really high and he took a green marker and made my vagina into a Christmas tree.
So this morning everyone commended me for puking over the porch. No one else made it that far...
Dammit. the window insulation sheets are too small for my windows. Yet again I am disappointed by size
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