we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
So drunk can't even tell it's my own house. WOaoOw.
You know why I moved here? No public intoxication law. A cop just helped me from my bent over vomit pose, asked if I was ok, and gave me a ride home.
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
I promise a much better performance tomorrow than last night my penis has a bed time
I considered my 2012 starting right when the cop followed the wrong car for the bottle rocket we shot at him
He gave me four orgasms and I kept yelling "Thank you!" and he kept replying, "My pleasure!"
Midwestern nice.
I picked a bad day to wear the catch me fuck me shoes.
Did someone catch you and fuck you?
I'm so hungover I can't taste anything
friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
I'm serious-it was like trying to deep-throat a minivan.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
Just asphyxiate me and toss my corpse in the Ocean. It'll be easier than whatever the next four or eight years will bring.
What conversation warrents "penis" in rainbow comic sans
Randomize
