a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
she started talking about my kids
was she topless?
well,he told me "i bet you five bucks that i can right cum on the mirror with my cum" i said alright do it, lets just say he's five bucks richer...
if I was a wizard from waverly place we wouldn't b having these problems
I like to think of it as a lesbian feast.
This is why i like single justin better. my only regret is not being present for more of his short life. may he rest in peace
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
That's what he gets for shittin at the strip club. Who does that??
There is a BIG difference between doing coke and getting peed on and getting peed on FOR coke
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Just please try not to piss Danny off, I really can't afford to find a new drug dealer again
conclusion from last night: i should wear boob glitter more often
Why did you have to tell me he has a hammer cock? Now I can’t stop staring at his pants.
Is this making any sense, because I’m puking and trying to be Philosophical right now
It was just like the old times. We watched movies and shit. But not like old times-i fucked her hot brother when she was in the shower? Times are a'changin.
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