I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
somehow I got talked into dressing up like a hot dog, spinning around ten times, and shooting lay ups in front of thousands of students
I need a secretary to manage my drinking schedule.
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
I guess birthday shots aren't always the answer
I haven't even booked my flights yet and I have my drug supply sorted
casual night just sitting in the kitchen at 2 am eating stale chips and hot sauce while my friends younger sister is cleaning all the blood off my body
I'm drunk, laying in bed, eating macaroni salad. I dropped a piece and tried to pick it up with a fork. My cleavage is bleeding and I haven't been laid yet. Heeeyyyy!!!
Ah well. Drinking wouldn't be drinking without mystery bruises
Agreed.
HEY. NO. THIS IS ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW. YOUR COCK, MY MOUTH, THATS IT.
I wish you could see all the crumbs in my bra....it looks like Hansel & Gretel got lost in my cleavage.
We climaxed at the same time during ain't no mountain high enough. Does it get more cheesy or domestic for a non relationship?
Is it wrong for me to wish my cat had arms to get me a beer?
Just bought shot glasses from the thrift store. I think the guy buying a winter coat was even judging me.
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