There was a fist fight in my basement last night at four in the morning, in case you were wondering
i am not above fucking your little sister on your bed
no. you can't hotbox the world.
I woke up and my clothes were soaked in the shower and I was wearing a Ghostbusters uniform. I'm shocked she hasn't left me yet.
the worst part is we had a camera rolling
Did his mom notice it when she saw u guys?
Yes.
I have to watch that.
I've done unspeakable things to your penis. I have every right to give it a name.
It's so hard to find a shirt to wear out that is easily taken off, cut off my paramedics, but says "I'm a grown, respected woman"
I used his computer to order the pizza and the only thing he had in his search bar was 'text NASA'
after I lost so many games of beer pong they made me be a troll, I sat under the table and told riddles while retrieving balls.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
I just want to fuck you then discuss implications of our existence afterwards. Then Doritos and hot tub.
Thanks for having me and my emotional baggage over last night.
My breasts were aching with rage.
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
I do very much feel like vomiting. and I have no idea where that lighter came from. thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
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