I swear to god he was trying to crawl under my door last night muttering "I'm Alex Mac! I'm Alex Mac!"
All I remember was endless tequila and pulling karate moves from 3 Ninjas Kick Back towards the guy at 7 Eleven. Explanation?
Hahaha it was a great moment in my life. This must be what post child birth feels like, given you don't get a combined asshole/ vagina
And by go well you mean everyone's hammered right?
Yupp. And someone's bleeding
I'm holding onto the sink for dear life. Pretty sure if Iet go I'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket.
I'm eating captain crunch out of a cup half full of beer so idk
I think I just got propositioned for sex by the lady behind the counter at dunkin donuts
Also, I want you to know, that not only am I apparently the expert on sexting. Our bishop is consulting me later. So my talents are varied.
You pretty much lost your mind. Your ego has gotten ten time the size of your balls.
I just have to point out that once I typed "fa" my phone filled in "fatass"
Great. I broke up with him before he could like my selfie, now I'm down a like.
Also we had sex while listening to fleetwood Mac on vinyl. Like the 70s called and told me to fuck off
He obv doesn't know that telling a woman to chill will get him murdered
you bleached my bangs. i have an interview later today and you assholes bleached my bangs.
Dont worry, the Canadians are more afraid of you then you are of them.
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