do you think he would believe thats it not really my period, and that i ate a lot of licorice?
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
And I know a few people wouldnt want to even be around high people. Which is sad. But jet packs are cool.
I am currently listening to someone take a shit. I hate the hole in the ceiling.
His apology was sex and a subway sandwich. Strangely, I'm okay with that.
I mean Grimace is basically just a big piece of purple shit and he is loved way more than the hamburglar just to put it into perspective
If you really wanted to hide the fact you were gay, you could have at least had the sense to not get drunk in the same bar as your bf.
That ACT prep teacher knew i was hung. I could see it in her eyes.
P.S. I just made up pleasure scepter for the purpose of that last message.
Option 1: fuck me and bedtime. Option 2: come fuck me and then hangout with everyone. Option 3: don't fuck me in which case fuck you.
We found Mulan.
I thought you were in bed what the hell
I will expect an hourly check text to confirm you are alive and that you aren't dead in a ditch somewhere with a hobo dry humping your corpse
She's lucky her pussy is worth listening to her ramble about bedroom furniture for 30 minutes
i guess i fuck people who own bucket hats so i can't talk shit
I never thought I would encounter a situation that was "Too Gay" for me...and yet there I was.
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