Not too sure about the toy story pull ups. The kids point to their crotch all day and say woody.
Nothing like a little anal leakage to start off Sunday morning. Can't decide if that speaks well of my weekend or not...
He is in the front yard trying to catch birds out of the air with a fishing net.
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
I tried exercising today. I ended up masturbating to the Wii fit trainer.
I am going to be fat forever.
He ripped off his shirt and tried to give me CPR. That damn bong.
Last night we looked at each other with an expression of "fuck I am so done being normal", took off our shirts, and danced around in our bras
Its like the two hemispheres of my brain are in a death match but are two evenly matched for either side to win kinda drunk.
I just found a list in your handwriting titled "Places I've Peed." The National Mall and 'under the second bridge after the bend in the road' are two of the tamer entries. I tip my hat.
As sure as my left ball is bigger then my right. We will have our moment.
Today I left one job interview, showed up randomly at his house for a midday bootycall then left right after to attend my second job interview. I got both jobs
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
I literally ate pizza on a toilet and made up reasons as to why you should make out with that boy. I am unstoppable.
Put a Santa hat on my junk. He's wants to be festive too.