Ha i know. My vag can't go too crazy for a boy halfway across the country. It doesn't have that good of range
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
Ok. Also I almost just threw up. Seriously. I was think to myself "really? Here? Now? At my work desk?" and then it went away.
I just masterbated while imagining him getting hit by a truck. I have hit a completely unacceptable level of anger & bitterness. Help.
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
sooo what's the appropriate music to listen to after you find out the dude you been fucking, is legit married with kids...what genre is that?
If I pissed all over some chicks bed I would probably apologize for getting so wasted, not putting out, and turning into a god damn R. Kelly Cinderella... Not ask for coffee and a ride home.
No. Every time we go there, you end up getting high, then lost, then going home with strangers.
I'm eating cereal out of a cocktail shaker. That kind of blizzard.
He found out about your side hoe and still helped you try to find a lizard that got in the house
Let it be known that on this day, the 26th of October, in the year 2016, I successfully put both of his balls in my mouth at once.
Dude. All I know is that I woke up on the floor with two naked chicks who don't speak English.
Clutch
That was before I lit my hair on fire
I did not marry a roomba.
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