In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
she was wearing a cheetah print one-piece and i slept with her anyway. big mistake.
True but thats because hes a fetus.
P.S. theres no milk for breakfast, but theres plenty of beer or red wine. you decide.
This is getting serious. I keep forgetting what's in my vagina.
That shit is worth it...they got medicine for that now a days
Well, you're either very drunk or very high but I'll let it slide because I love any type of conversation concerning cheese.
We've only been driving for two hours and I'm already down 3 vicodin...I'm not going to survive this family vacation.
No, this place just freaks me out. Like I feel like ill get pregnant just being here. And all those pregnant bellies. It's weird.
Looking through my moms phone and find a pic if a dick. Scarred for life.
There are more dirty dishes in my bed then in the kitchen. Have I lost at life?
Yeah. I'm so over work, that I'm not even satisfied pretending to work anymore. I just flat out want to go home. Fuck this job
"This is Emily. She likes potatoes. And sometimes laughs and cries at the same time, and has a wonderful butt"
I don't drink nearly as much when I'm coupled, and that's not a lifestyle I can commit to
I came home and my mom goes "why are you barefoot and where the hell are your shoes?" and I replied "I have French fries"
Randomize
