i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
It's like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
Hmmm just stalked him and according to his facebook he wants "whatever he can get." obviously he'd be open to the idea.
I just reached for my seatbelt when I sat down to pee... Might be a little hungover.
I'm so in the Halloween spirit, I zombified my all of my nudes on my phone. Tell me this isn't creative.
This is the third time that ive slept with him. He bought me more milk. I can feel the romance growing.
Tried to ride the mechanical bull pants less, got punched for making out with some lesbians wife, and you tipped the bartender with a can of skoal.
I regret nothing
I wasn't vocally whispering "she wants to bite your dick off" about that kirsten girl was I?
Don't act like you're not jealous that I disappeared into the closet to blow my husband. Marriage = all the cock I want.
If we had kids we couldn't come home, get high and watch porn together. And that's like the only reason I get up in the morning
Well I just found a coupon for cheese in the bathroom so I've got that going for me
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
I mean, I already hooked up with her boyfriend. The least I can do is accept her facebook friend request.
Mike's not allowed to drink vodka anymore. He couldn't get his temporary tattoos (stickers) to stick so he super glued them on.
That was the first time ive ever slept with a girl with a q in her name
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