soooo.. i guess the cop said he'd drop the charges if i go to some AA meetings and i said fuck AA. not one of my better choices.
the vast amounts of cleavage i'm sporting to my final says "no, I didn't study but don't worry I've got something lined up for when I don't graduate".
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
oh man. maybe i should puke on his dick? just to test how much he loves me?
Dude, didn't you know? Its balls out wednesday.
I promise it'll work. Just go there and keep the lights off and keep saying blaowww. She'll think your me.
Strike three, the fat brides maid they call shit puker also has herpes.
shes on the ground doing bicycle kicks screaming "is my ass good enough for you now satan" send help
The feeling I get when I hear beer bottles clinking must be what children feel when they hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve
I didn't punch him it was just love coming out of my fist
Exactly. Stay back and unsubscribe from her
Ryan friended me on LinkedIn and it took everything in my power not to endorse him for sexual dysfunction as a skill.
If I ever look like I'm about to have a repeat of last night, hit me. Just smack me as hard as you can.
THE STRIPPER HAD A GUN JOHN!
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
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