i don't have fun when you have fun. i have embarrassment, fear, and significantly less cash in my wallet.
im walking the streets of bville with a bag of cat food..looking for my car. i dont ever want to turn 21 again.
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
Wish you were here....
And I wish your mouth was around my cock, but that never happens, does it?
Also, I don't remember opening my gifts from my family. It was cool when I woke up with a new ihome.
I'm currently making some changes in my life. If you don't hear from me anymore, then you're probably one of them. Or I'm dead.
I puked on myself in front of a customer. all. over. myself. thanks Saturday nights
Slow dancing with the chandelier.
We found him wrapped up in a giant table umbrella in the bathroom.
i'm pretty sure i can feel a baby kicking just looking at him. if he didnt impregnate you, you officially have an iron-clad uterus.
I finally fell asleep and like an hour later he wakes me up and says "I've always to be woken up w a blowjob." Um, that's not how it works asshole.
DAMMIT Im supposed to be running a company not discussing dick piercings!
I wonder if there is a über wall of shame that you are currently on. Like between drivers.
Hey, it's all about finding the bright side. And boobs are definitely a bright side.
there were rolls with just one bite out of each one leading to the bedroom. you were laying on the bed naked and yelled 'you did it you followed the bread crumbs!'
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