He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
I dont think he was a real cab driver. I think he was just a creepy guy with a van.
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
I'm basically a mama hen. I keep them warm and let them wonder around the house. not to mention, I keep eye on them just in case the falcons around the house try to snatch them away.
I don't even know what to say right now
I keep telling myself that if Britney can make it through 2007, I can make it through this date.
It's like god touched my soul and said 'you will be great in bed'
Yeah, if you don't like strip clubs you won't like microwave chimichangas.
I like how our relationship transcends the borders of inappropriateness and encompasses all the colors of the inappropriate rainbow.
It would have been nice to break the dry spell with nice, civilized, sober sex somewhere other than on my friend's couch.
But lunch with my dad really just means an hour and a half of him telling me how he's disappointed and how he knows I'm on drugs
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
You were in no condition to manage a 3-way.
As of right now, my vibrator and a bag of snickers share the same drawer
she said. She was going to, and I quote, "put her vagina inside my dick".
I BLEED THE BLOOD OF MY ANCESTORS WHO FOUGHT SO BRAVELY FOR MY FREEDOM
cool u want pads or tampons
tampons please
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