...So a 6 ft tall drag queen in heels I would kill for just told me I have a dunkable ass. I'm confused...but I'll take any compliment I can.
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
We played strip Bananagrams and I won. Thank fuck I read a lot as a child.
I'm sorry but I require more work than your hamster. I need food, a minimum of 5 pillows, and I need to be played with daily.
Finishing last nights 1.5L of wine and beef jerky for breakfast. Work looms, ever the prickly bitch.
Watch out, there's a giant vagina in the quad running around screaming at people.
Here is your half hour reminder. Meet you at emergency room.
He's ninety percent amazing leader, brother, and teacher, and ten percent unforgivable douche. These are the men I look up to in my life.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Whoever put the life size cut out of Snoop Dog next to me in bed understands me.
I can feel the shame as I walk down your hallway.. good night
Do it!! We better have a duck by the time I get home.
I went to finger her and found a penny. I think ill keep it.
I'm totally picking out my shrooming outfit and blankets right now
why the hell are you crying over taco bell?
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