let's makeout let's makeout let's make out let's make out
moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone
drinking warm bud heavies i found in the garage and googling how to tell the gosselin kids apart.
no, i'm proud of you. this is the happiest you've been since you discovered that bowls can be used as cups if you don't feel like washing dishes.
you just used "cock block" and "youth group" in the same sentence. somethings wrong with you.
I hope whoever gets these locks of love doesn't have a drug test anytime soon
At one point I went looking for you and found you handcuffed to a chair. I'm pretty sure you handcuffed yourself. I don't know how you got there.
I wonder if her husband knows I have my own drawer at the apartment
I think if I set up a series of baby gates up the stairs each one more difficult to undo then the last that should be able to stop your drunk vagina.
that's all we do, eat and hve sex, eat and have sex. he thinks it's bad and that we need to talk more or whatever but I'm just not seeing the problem...
I've got the dick your vagina needs, but not the one it deserves right now.
Just got back from the tanning beds. I'm a lobster. I fear for the safety of my nipples falling off.
So....I just took a paddle fan on high speed to the side of the head while getting head...still finished the job, good thing I'm drunk and couldn't feel it.
He's gone. He left a note but all it says is "Dear Neil" followed by a drawing of a hand flipping the bird in the direction of a butt.
I have seen you puke and 5 mins later rock my world. So there is hotness there that average people will never see..
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