So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
hey, we don't wanna leave the house because we're watching fireworks on tv. this is america.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
Still waiting. He said he'd call between 2 and 10... apparently he's like the Comcast of drug dealers.
Intervention is following me on twitter.
wow.
trying to imitate man vs food after 12 shots doesnt mean youll get laid
like he said he was barking at you while cumming in your face
you trust me enough to eiffel tower a girl but don't trust me with a mallet wtf happened to our friendsship
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
God I hope my hair dresser doesn't realize that all these hairspiration pictures are from gay porn blogs on tumblr.
Successfully masturbated while balancing on an exercise ball. my greatest accomplishment?
Probably
Okay who let me pass out in a recliner cuddling a pitbull and a cardboard cutout of Orlando Bloom
You're an adult now and it's your vagina. You should do what it or you wants.
Forget work, lets run away, rob banks, and have kinky sex with fuzzy handcuffs.
IT'S LIKE YOU READ MY MIND.
Have you actually looked at the corn flakes box? I don't think the rooster has a soul.
Randomize
