You're the only person with a favorite bar in Disneyworld
I am laying on the kitchen floor eating cold chicken fingers and drinking wine. welcome to my new years party.
So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
I just masterbated while imagining him getting hit by a truck. I have hit a completely unacceptable level of anger & bitterness. Help.
Oh, and no balcony sex...trust me.
I respect you for how well you shave your vagina. It isn't easy and my dick faces out, not in.
So yeah she lost her virginity in a wheel chair with a broken pelvis. I'm still trying to figure out how I should feel about that.
Either I'm paranoid or I swear my parents rigged my house so you can never sneak in or have the munchies without being loud.
Do not shit in our house. There is no TP. I am walking to get more, if I do not return, I have probably died of dysentery after my last wagon wheel got stuck in a gulch. Tell Martha and Lou Ann that I love them, and that I passed away doing the Lord's work.
You were walking away to pee and as you were undoing your belt you looked at me and said "the belt is off. the game is on. Remever that."
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
So is the trick to long distance communication to be drunk during phone conversations?
Fuck you guys, I'm trying to nurse my hangover and eat my chicken tenders in peace.
my boobs just made me lose a game of beer pong. the balls hit them, bounced off and into the cup. twice. ive never been so disappointed in them.
i told you i was taking the Metra Train, and you asked what type of drug that was.. so yes i believe you when you say you were fucked up
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