You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
Waldo just asked us for directions. Even he doesn't know where he is.
we banged on the home plate. i wasnt even aware of the significance of where we were until afterwards hahaha
We removed her tutu and her cape, so there's no risk of her strangling herself.
We should have cut you off when you asked the can driver if you could ride in the trunk.
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
there isn't one for "I'll give you an I'm sorry blowjob" but that's also an option you have. in the meantime here is an emoticon of a caterpillar
We ate our feelings. Then drank our feelings. I feel feminism delivered.
Braid them armpits, sister.
From the same High Brittany who brought you such thoughts as, "Fuck, am I wearing shoes?" Comes High Brittany on a date! Stay tuned. This will be interesting.
Should I get the rainbow boxer breifs???
As your boyfriend, this is a level of gay that even I can't handle.
So I'm texting her. How do I steer the conversation toward "I honestly would be fine never seeing you again"?
Please call us Steph is okay but missing phone wallet tooth
He is more interested in finding his sweater than he is in having sex with me. It better be a great fucking sweater.
Now we just need to figure out why your underwear was in your bra
this kid sitting diagonally in front of me is searching "cheap bongs" on google. hahahhaaha. who does this kid think he is?
Randomize
