I need a slap back to reality. Or at least a slap back to homosexuality
I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
well my last 2 orgasms were over shoe sales at macy's. what does that tell you?
i wish every aspect of life was like a bar. flirt with the cute guy two feet across from you and get whatever you want for free
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
on the way to work, i saw an empty wine bottle sitting in the middle of an intersection. i thought of you.
i can respect that.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
Babe when I told you that you needed to grow up I didn't mean get drunk and sponsor 8 African kids.
Well going home with a Ralph Lauren model helped me get over him real fuckin' quick. Would recommend it for all women going through breakups
I'm currently eating a turkey dinner, listening to xplosive by dr. Dre, and drinking rum. Hispanic christmas dinners are the best.
We need to talk about the sailor moon porn. Do what you want in your room, but I don't want to come home to you cranking it on the couch to that.
Sex with you deserves a trophy and a day of remembrance in honor of it.
It's election day and I was just tied up with an American flag scarf
I mean, if you want to light yourself on fire for maximum accuracy, far be it from me to stop you
you took my virginity. you can't have my alcohol too.
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