he started yelling "this is my pussy" mid thrust
just by requesting 'I think we're alone now', not only did you achieve emptying the bar, but you also rubbed it in the owners face.
I just called my cat a slut and she responded. Proudest moment ever.
thank god my boss can't smell the tequila on my breathe over the phone.
Just had a brita power hour to try to counter act all the wine i chugged last night.....fucking franzia
So im guessing you dont remember the walk home, where you layed down in the alley and began to sing "threes company too" and when i told you to get up you had the nerve to tell me i was to drunk.
But for future reference, it might help your game if you don't tell the girl you're trying to get on your dick that she's "not the worst thing you've ever seen"
I'm calling into work tomorrow for day drinking and kitten shopping. Totally legitimate.
How am I supposed to be friends with him when there's an exact replica of his dick in my underwear drawer?
I saw Nicolas Cage's face in the moon. Those were good shrooms.
You can fuck me but I'm keeping my parka on.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Well the term Party is used loosely in this situation. Since it will just be mom wine drunk and us eating chips with multiple dips.
well theres no bloody mary mix at the campus bookstore so i dont even know what its good for
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
Randomize
