I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
just brushed my teeth with a bottle of jack. ew. not all it's hyped up to be.
and if it starts getting weird im just going to tell him i used to be a man
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
For sure. We should see if we can get Mike to pay for one, and have a triple kegger... :o==& (that's future me projectile vomiting. i try to be goal oriented)
well when do great stories at the expense of people's relationships become a bad thing?
It's because you were crossfaded. And because drinks were 3 dollars. And because they accepted credit cards.
i was drunk enough to give the cab driver my number when he said "you talk like you like guys"
Um yeah. I just puked. And found your contact.
He was saying things like "cum for me like a good girl" and "put my entire python I like to call a dick in your mouth" .. Okay I might have changed that one a bit
I just pawned the ring from my ex boyfriend to replace the ring I lost from my current boyfriend. #thanks
If anything I look like a soccor mom going out for her annual ladies night. Trying hard, but not quite in her twenty's anymore.
Russell is lonely. He needs a companion.
You're lucky you have a monster cock or most people may just laugh at your penis' nickname.
Why did two squirrels just run out from behind the couch?
About that.
I'd send you a picture as proof but I want to marry him some day and that would be a deal breaker.
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