I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
I dont think yelling "Grab your dicks, time for pics!" helped your case either.
Apparently she buried shit in the snow back in January and now that it's melted I found a flip flop, 4 spoons, a bottle of smirnoff, and 14 different candy bars
Mystery lines found in a Pyrex dish in the back of my pantry at 415 am. No recall as to it's origin. Unidentifiable taste. Obviously I'm doing them
i was mezmorized. she was the most beautiful girl that looked like a boy i ever seen
IM A SHIT SUOW THE GUYS AT THE PMACR TOLD ME AJDBO I WEBF RO WALNARY WITH OU SHOES! I WASHT LLOWES FLOWERSA
I wish i could just live off of margaritas and good sex.
I think this is the rare instance where the babysitter should get sex as payment from the person being babysat plus you'll get birthday sex. It's a win-win.
Want to run by the liquor store later? Tequila Youn should really be in attendance at Party Mountain. No one else could be our spirit animal.
Yeah when I texted her last night the only response I got was "stoned eating cobbler."
I want to get up and tell you that smells delicious but I'm struggling with the idea of pants
That's actually very serious....I really do think of you whenever is see pizza
You said if the geese can walk on the lake so can I.
It's 7am. I'm sitting on the curb in last nights clothes with a nose bleed and no idea how to get home. Low moment I feel.
He lives in a tent in my ex'd backyard. Why the fuck would you want any of that dirty dick?
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