And now we're talking about squeezing babies out of vaginas...
I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
Some chick in the back of my Psychologhy of Addictions class just did a line off her hand. She tried to make it look subtle.
Just mindlessly walked into the mens bathroom. My vagina has now become its own independent being, looking for penises. I'm just along for the ride.
It took him three days to realize his roommate had moved out.
You may or may not have poured bacon fat down her shirt
At some point last night Lemondrops turned into me doing shots of vodka and eating sugar packets at the bar.
Wheres my essay?
You mean the vodka drenched shreds of paper taped all over the walls of the hallway?
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
He brought her home and fucked her in a gingerbread man costume in a cardboard rapunzel castle. He had a pretty good night.
I just want to be naked all the time but not in a sexual, come-hither and look at my ass sort of way. In a slightly chubby yet not ashamed way as I eat Taco Bell and lay on soft fuzzy blankets.
What if there is no right person? Maybe it's just the right cat. Or the right 12 cats.
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
I'm eating cookie dough with a tongue depressor for lunch.
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