Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
So ps i'm not pregnant with any athletes illegitimate children : )
sticking your finger down your throat to make yourself throw up is bulimia, not morning sickness, so no, I don't think you're pregnant.
Just threw up on my desk at work. They are making me go home.
No, he's fine. He only wanted to know why there were traffic pylons in the living room and how the peanut butter got on the ceiling.
Bring it all. We will have a potluck of drugs. It will be magical.
He's like a perfect storm of amazing hair and horrible judgment.
My bullwhip has saved my life tonight and gotten me laid. I'm gonna be Indiana Jones every Halloween!
I have to deal with three things I do not like this weekend. Pooping in toilets that are not mine. Air mattresses. Not beating off in the shower.
He said I kept trying to give him directions back to my house in Rhode Island, and that I started crying when he told me I live in Phoenix.
I think I might get 604 tattooed on my ass tonight...
I also point out to everyone that she looks like DJ's gf on Roseanne.
I just walked out topless, stared his brother straight in the eye, and ate all the rest of their cookie dough.
As I was about to fuck him, he requested a moment of silence for Leonard Nimoy.
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
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