So my shaver died while I was trimming...ya know. And now it is half way done. I don't think there's currently any aesthetic in keeping it this way...
Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
Sometimes I find that I've been touching my boob(s) without even realizing it.
Take your time, they're doing body shots off the dog.
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
all i know is that i listed him in my phone as 'vagina cookies.' that can only be a good thing.
I say we start a new tradition. I came up with it all by myself. It's called work out, lay out, black out
Hey, what did you end up doing with those ski goggles?
Anything is possible. I didn't even know I was wearing the toilet cover as a hat
he was having a black light party and drinking manischewitz wine out of a three foot tall trophy he stole from mcdonald's...that's when I decided it was time to leave
I probably won't go. Last time I got drunk with those guys I just started demanding people let me touch their beards.Then I mocked everyone who didn't have facial hair.
we dropped acid in chinatown. worst. idea. ever. too many colors. and nobody has any idea where steve is.
i just realized... if i ever hook up with someone on my bed, we'll be fucking atop my animated batman themed bedset.
He held my hair back for me while i vomited in my driveway last night and i repayed him by farting mid-heave.
But if you do poop yourself let me know. I want that as a tagline. "So funny she'll make you shit yourself."
I just watched a magician wearing a fedora deep throat a balloon\n
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