No more Irish car bombs ever.
I'm just not sure how to initiate the "do you want to have sex with my boyfriend and I" conversation
A relator touring our house this week saw the picture in our bathroom of steven passed out, yellow faced, with BALLS on his forehead, and had to ask "if that kid was alive or dead".
Sitting next to a girl in the computer cluster who just googled syphilis symtoms, started crying & got up and left. My life suddenly seems better.
The movie was so bad she gave me two blowjobs. Two.
I literally need to be slapped with another cock just to notice it.
Still bad at ganbling. Still good at dringing.
I can always make him wear a mask... I'll tell him it's a fetish.
Want to come over? I'm getting stoned and watching Netflix and making s'mores over a candle in my room
So this tall girl jumped in our cab and I was like hey I have pics of u on my phone. It wasn't creepy at all
Dude, you can't even imagine the trip, I actually thought that there were Care Bears sitting next to me at the bar, I'm pretty sure I started hitting on the pink one.
I met his dad. Turns out he was a one nighter from the nurses conference in Vegas. Not sure how to handle this one.
Clearly, you already have. Both of them.
I've lost every trace of self esteem. Even sneaking a BJ in the coffee room has lost it's luster.
that lady just saw me taking a picture of her baby... It's time to leave.
I had a good weekend too...although I cried about the dog in a drunken stupor last night...not one of my finest moments, but it's all water under the bridge.
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