i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
and on the seventh day, God created megan fox
I'm sorry for the crack den comment. You have a lovely apartment.
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
well when do great stories at the expense of people's relationships become a bad thing?
How in the hell did I take a shot of whiskey to the eyeball last night?
Come to me. Jacob is confessing his love and all I want is a hot dog. With chili. Not love.
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
Besides the kids on acid... I was the highest kid there
I just sold my hat for three car bombs. I call that a win.
If I'm going to risk life and limb to wear a Wings jersey to the Garden next week, the least they can do is win.
And the most would be ending up in bed with one of them.
She mentions her boyfriend one more time, I'm taking her home and breaking that shit up.
At least they play good movies in the waiting room of the pregnancy resource center.
I should never have to text my best friend asking if she eloped again last night.
Right after i got done cumming i sat back and gave a big Ric Flair "WOOOOOO!"
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