wicked high...have munchies. cherry flavor lube. problem solved.
You should probably wake up already as I have yet another story for you. Teaser? Blood from knife wound. Tequila. Guitar hero. Kitchen counter. Lawyer.
Pre-game strategy: play thunder by yourself in the shower. Surprisingly, success.
Its not even 10am and we are talking about what guys assholes we would finger.
The grocery store is a combo of ghetto ppl complaining that the low fat chips are all that's left and hipsters trying to eat organic during the hurricane
I think it's starting to become crucial that I find a companion for my vagina.
you were telling us about the time you had sex in an alley and he stopped, looked up and said 'it was a cul-de-sac' and went right back to what he was doing.
Going through Bojangles drive thru chanting "KFC" hammered at 8:00 was the highlight.
sex on the stairs. not our finest idea.
just texted my dealer that i could taste the blue but not the cheese. i said i could taste blue.
I just found a half a joint in my bed. . .don't know if this qualifies as a proud moment or a cry for help
I know, it's just the worst. Also, security almost took the burrito I brought for lunch. I thought I was going to have to pull a Liz Lemon and eat the whole thing before I could go through.
Though the booty shorts might give me an extra discount. Or arrested. We'll see.
I or someone else dumped a lot of glitter into my boobs last night.
You didnt text me.. I'm on your street with golf clubs
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