he smells like the inside of heather mills' fake leg
We saw some woman wearing leather pants. It was weird. We have decided to follow her on her travels to see where people go in leather pants in Michigan.
We were having sex on the balcony and this guy walked by, so drunkily i said "dont move, he cant see us if we dont move."
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
you really dont want me to drink and drive. you saw what i did to my face and that was only from walking
He just told me that he goes squirrel hunting. NO LONGER BANGABLE.
I've been living off of popsicles and broth.
This is the high leading the old right now
the amount of chicks and firearms here is unnerving. this will end awesomely or at the morgue.
That's why you bone lesbian cage fighters and 45 year olds. To make life less boring.
We were getting fries and you hopped the counter and yelled "WELCOME TO GOOD BURGER HOME OF THE GOOD BURGER" and threw up
Hahaha more like walk of pride. You entered the lions den last night.
I just used my dick as to measure where my desk would go because I don't have a tape measure or a ruler.
Life without a bra equals bliss.
Nothing like a near-death experience to start off your Thanksgiving...
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