In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
i can't help myself.. i am just so in love with the kitchen manager.
...he was wearing JNCO shorts.. i'm pretty sure i saw the dragon.
its awkward enough using a urinal next to your dad but its worse finding out hes one of the guys who goes no hands and moans it out
vagina is talking i cant
I saw he had me in his phone as "the fat twin"
I will suppress my appetite by doing shots then passing out
Swear to god our friendship has its limits. Stop peeing on the fucking refrigerator.
I drunkenly took 3 laxatives last night since I felt fat.... this is going to be a rough morning
Someone broke into my car and stole it then left me $300 to pay for the damages with a lovely note that said "we just couldn't pass up the boxed wine... Sorry about the window."
You can't be friends with my side piece. Conflict of interest.
Hey I can officially say I made out with a drug lord.
If I die here, tell my vagina and my cats that I'm sorry.
OKAY THAT'S CREEPY AND I'D PROBABLY ACCIDENTLY ORGASM
And since we used to fuck you are absolutely obligated to like my tweets
he told me that I'm basically going to be the mom of the house when they move in...i like to see it as being a MILF without the responsibility of real children
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