He introduced her to the DMA meeting by saying: in the past few years i've never seen someone work so hard for so little success
Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
I'm sick of being broke. I had vicodin and frosting for lunch.
and he should realize what an amazing ex i am for encouraging my best friend to hook up with him
I'm cheerleading for traffic. people are staring. Why am i the only high person on the way to class?
I think mom knows I'm drunk I put a full blown balloon in the fridge.
That awesome feeling when you are pooping on the same toilet that nobel laureates have pooped on
I like literally had a visual image of his penis going into your soul
Donald Trump and I would be so adorably orange together!
didn't realize her mom was home while we were fucking, but she's oddly okay with it. she made us food afterwards. but then kept talking about having grand kids the whole time. is it time to bail?
First table when you walk in. Can't miss us. I'm wearing a feather boa and a green hat
You had me at first table
The zombie version of you bit my friend's hand. No more zombie crawl for you. Not ever.
Terrible idea I love it
if you were broke and planning on using koolaid as a tequila chaser which flavor would you pick?
Randomize
