I'm playing musical beds - it's not very fun
I'm currently googling how to make a dress out of a trash bag. It's going to be a great night.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
so hey instead of everyone buying me a birthday present can everyone just pitch in for my abortion?
i just shit on the floor of my room. my roommate was in the bathroom, my choices were limited.
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
He sent a pic, I sent one back. Then nothing. It's like we sext-messaged goodbye and ended the relationship.
um so slept at robs. he woke up, looked at me, and said ' oh my psychiatrists are gonna have a field day with this one' I think that's when you know you can't hang out with someone anymore
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
There was a pumpkin carving contest and we carved a very realistic dick about to penetrate a vagina. Our Christian Youth hosts were not happy.
I'll get him an axe as a present. So he can break out of his closet. That axe being my penis.
Odd start to the day - the FBI just showed up at my apartment.
Its almost 1 am and u wanna get together and cry naked
he offered to let me fuck his brother , of course im marrying him
His bedroom is the preferred destination of MILFs, cougars, recent divorcees and sexually frustrated wives
His penis is my hero
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