I just punched cris angel in the balls. I have photos.
She just referred to her vagina as "this bitch".
I feel like I just gave a blowjob to a freight train.
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
You made a glowstick headband with a helium balloon tied around it and climbed a tree in high heels. I was impressed.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
I Pavlov-trained him by smacking him in the nuts anytime I caught him looking at another girl in public. To this day, he's afraid to break eye contact with me in a restaurant if a tall busty blonde walks in.
All I can think about are the cheese it's on my desk at work this morning. Like are those apologetic cheese it's or does he seriously think he still has a shot..
I made out with a girl because I wanted to get in the VIP section of the bar because they have these big comfy couches. It worked.
Started crying to "that's the way it is" by celine. What the fuck uterus?!
I think all the guys I've fucked in my life would get along perfectly. They'd probably form an orchestra and travel the fucking world. That gives me the slightest feeling of consistency in life which is great.
sorry for any reference made toward your boobs or making you feel pregnant or incapable of peeing. make it a wonderful day.
I just want to see his penis in the light. Is that a crime?
I need to get some goddam control over my hormones
we used a blowdryer last night to warm up our left over pizza..it worked perfectly at first..but then the chili powder got into his eyes..
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