i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
you kept yelling something about watching the muppets chirstmas carol and trying to turn the t.v. on with your car keys
Just checked my missed calls... why did you call me 37 times from 2:14 to 3:58?
oh my god i'm in a crawl space
I don't know if it was his cologne or his Jesus hair, but he was much more fuckable than last time I saw him.
Now that I think about it, it may have been the 6 pitchers of beer.
I mean it was like cry my eyes out or masturbate in my moms bathroom.
he kept saying that we were in ian's fun time place and then continued to act like a dinosaur.
And on that day, Satan said; "Let there be the friend zone and let us get fucking high." while Jesus silently cried in the background.
STOP LICKING HIS MUSTACHE
NO I WOULD NOT GET A GUMMER FROM A GRANDMOTHER
They were swingers. Real swingers. Thought it was going to be awesome until some fat guy tried to put my dick in his mouth.
If I do nothing else today, the fact that I talked you into this is achievement in itself.
The struggle bus crashed, rolled down a mountain, and went on fire, and I was on it ugh.
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
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