I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
Just hungoverly hit my funny bone with a hot straightener. Triple threat.
I don't believe these are real court rooms. They look absolutely nothing like law and order.
I just want to go some place where I can have a nice night. Grind on men who speak no English, make out with a girl, and not feel judged.
Define 'illegal'. Your idea of it and my idea are in separate universes.
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
I pulled my bra out of my dress and handed it to my mom..at cocktail hour during the wedding.
I was having trouble getting it up so she grabbed it and said "no, it's too big to fail"
I put my hydrocodone prescription in my cereal box its like real lucky charms
I AM OFFERING YOU ALCOHOL AND THE CHANCE TO LET ME SAY FUCK IT TO MY RESPONSIBILITIES. HOW MANY TIMES DOES THIS HAPPEN?!
Obviously last night's theme was "Let's Make Bad Life Choices"
Stop jerking off to vines my recommended list on YouTube is getting weird.
Your roommates will be treating you to many anecdotes about my intentions to have aggressive sex with you. I'm sorry in advance.
IM BACK TOGETHER WITH MY BF AND HERE YOU ARE SUCKING DICK FROM 2009
you asked me how to turn on the ladder
Randomize
