There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
I found her under my bed eating airplane pretzels.
I have more bruises, scratches, and overall soreness from my birthday weekend than my car accident.
In fact, not a good idea to go into any house alone after a man invites you in from his balcony.
I still don't know why you took that job... it sounds miserable
not having any beer money sounds even more miserable
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
You need to stop me from lighting my hand on fire next time we're working
He gave me a beer, petted my head, and called me kiddo.
Well I'm going to hell. But I'm going after multiple orgasms.
I agree and I would be an awesome dog
It's amazing what a couple of orgasms can do for a girls demeanor.
I ain't lettin her quit anyway. We don't fuck enough for her to meet the housewife requirements
I think my pickup truck has been used for the sex... This doesn't sit right with me.
2 weeks into this dating someone with money thing and I already don't know if I can go back to the being poor life
welp, we watched the human centipede high last night and my mind literally shut down, when i came to all i could hear was mel saying EAT EAT HIS SHIT
Randomize
