There is something just so refreshing and wonderful about an uninterrupted morning poop in the office.
I am full of burrito and curiosity
why is there a clump of hair nailed to my wall?
The bouncer yelled at him for poking at the guy selling roses, I think it's time to leave.
Now I'm heckling that my belch is more exciting than their fireworks and I peed down the driveway.
Chilling. The soap was talking at one point if I rememeber right...
I thought the Bane mask would really repel dudes but instead I ended up grinding on a frat dude that whispered "bad bitch contest, you in first place" in my ear in a Batman voice
she asked me to come back to her house where "hopefully her kids were asleep". that my friend is what i call a dealbreaker
Running my fingers through my hair is like that scene from Patch Adams where the girl goes swimming in a pool of spaghetti. I love molly.
So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
Its a shame I cant put 'bomb ass head game' on my resume.
See and now you're talking. I am like the fairy godmother of hook ups.
This can only be settled by a dance off.
i have a strong feeling that today will be a naked day for me...i don't feel like doing shit
Sitting naked, eating lucky charms with rain boots on
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