No jewlry, no bra, and no pen. I couldnt be more prepared for a friday morning class.
I just remember getting him back by licking the window on his truck.
so apparently I plead the 5th to every question they asked me when they put me under the conscious sedation to set my broken wrist
normally i wouldnt have blown him but he was on dawsons creek.. i love dawsons creek.
Writing a love song to planned parenthood. what rhymes with "don't have AIDS"
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
I think I'm gonna wear a bikini to our final tomorrow...just so he knows that no fucks will be given on his test
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
My nonexistent future grandchildren will one day ask me when I knew I'd lost control of my life. And now I know.
dude, i just accidentally flashed your mom. BIG TIME.
Keywords: shitstorm, police, jail.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
Hey, it's all about finding the bright side. And boobs are definitely a bright side.
Tent sex on an air mattress requires balance and flexibility. Not for the faint of heart
Hungover on St. Patrick's Day. I did this backwards.
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