If there is ever a next time, care about me enough to lube it up no matter what my drunk ass says
and before you know it i was laying next to him at 2 in the morning with penis and sadness on my breath.
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes
you yelled "who's job is it to keep me from breaking shit" and then immediately ripped off the molding as you fell down the stairs.
Midnight run for medical supplies ended several hours later with a lapdance to the Braveheart soundtrack.
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
Sounds good. I will just get tanked here and wear this batman mask.
Pavlovs bj experiment 2012. Welcome to the program.
I like it when Amish boys stare at my boobs, even tho I can't tell if it's in appreciation or disgust. Rumspringa, mothafuckers.
Commuter bitches be judging your sister and her bag fulla wine. It's a motherfucking rosé, bitch!
WHY IS SHE PANDERING YOU, A SIMPLE GOBLIN, TINY WEENER PICTURES OVER STATE LINES
I grabbed the pretzel bag with my toes last night. I think that day of yoga had paid off.
you pulled out seven eyelashes and made me count them multiple times whilst crying hysterically.
Did April legit get married in a parking lot?
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