At least I can take solace in the fact that with 8 billion some odd people in the world, at least one of them is shitting in their own car right now.
I mean. If you don't have time I understand, but my dick doesn't.
The tent neighbors already set us on fire w an errant roach. How do you think Bonnaroo's going?!
party gras won. party gras always wins.
I'm a gay man planning my brothers bachelor party, and he choose someone else to be his best man. I hope they like appltinis and gay clubs. Bastard.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
God I miss you. I want to fuck your face... Then do all the girly cuddly shit too.
Your smile makes me feel like I'm frolicking through a field of gummy bears.
I'm usually good at keeping a straight face, but not while singing a ballad to a stranger in a bathroom.
I guess the wine stains on your shirt and the $2 vodka tonics you're sweating out just scream, "Welcome to DC, please ask me for directions."
I was in a penguin suit. Dick out. I am confident in the value of my pic.
and it's like......my shirt is off and he's talking about quidditch. why.
In Texas. Drank way too much wine. Puked in a gallon zip lock bag. Passed out at 445 with the ENTIRE family here. Got up at 745 in time for dinner. I made you proud!!!
Turns out the grown up version of seeing your teacher shopping is seeing your therapist is on tinder
high I am. I am yoda. Yoda I am
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