ok i said sorry. what else do you want?
100 blowjobs
im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
I'm going to have to call in sick tomorrow. After this weekend, there's no way I can handle hearing the accountants talk about double entry without puking.
This is so stupid. Now I have to call the party planner and tell her that the break up party is off. They decided to get back together.
You can't use the, "think about your future" line when trying to convince me to save some weed for tomorrow.
There were so few words spoken that I'm not sure if it was make-up or break-up sex.
Chasing shots by shotgunning beers is not a good idea.
Oh, and I'm only keeping her around till spring. Doing the hunt for cunt is too tough in 12" of snow.
We've gotten 3 pitchers already by trading for CUPCAKES
Brilliant thought; pill pong.
What could go wrong?
You're right. I woke up today with my ugly sweater still on and no pants. I'd say it was a successful night.
I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
I'm never going out with the ashleys again. it was whoreible. terrifyingly whoreible.
She was shaving her legs in the neighbors pool when we found her.
Where'd she get the razor?
Not the point.
No bra. No panties. Makeup from last night. At work right now. I am trash.
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