You're the host. Of course you wear the diaper. It's like wearing the pants.
so when am I gonna get some from you?
when you dick grows 3 inches
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
Can we fast forward to the part where we get gyros
You were spitting chewed up pretzle into my hands telling me to hold it for you.
Before you ask, yes. Whatever you're wearing IS too slutty for his mom's funeral.
Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone.
She had the hiccups when she was giving me head. It was actually pretty awesome
ttyl tear gas
Thats not how it works. You get the Rachel, and then Rachel kicks you out. Don't linger or try to cuddle, its just pathetic and makes me look down on you and your penis
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
Apparently when it was last call I jumped up on the bar and told everyone to get the fuck out, which was immediately followed by a round of applause from the bouncers/bartenders and my tab getting paid as well.
You are the only lesbian I know that needs plan b
Suffice to say, I think if people ask about your bruises, and you look them right in the eye, and say "they're from fucking...", people would be like, "respect."
also, I think I lit my hair on fire when I got home..
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