It's just you. You wear the fuck me fedora and wear baller shorts, hollywood hippie who thinks she is shakira when she's drunk.
so i just googled the prescription for aldara i saw on your desk this morning...
How was last night?
She looked like Delta Burke in her fat Designing Women days ... and she just left like 2 minutes ago. Right after breakfast.
there's a taquito in the driveway. If it's not yours I'm going to eat it.
I am watching the symphony and have decided that violin players probably give really good hand jobs.
U handed him a box of flavored condoms, winked, and slurred, "grape juice is her favorite."
I apologize for excluding you. On a better note: the stripper that made out with my wife friend requested me on facebook
I think we should roll her a welcome back, sorry your godmom's on life support blunt.
You made me pull over because you thought a leaf was a twenty rolling across the road.
We 6 way cheers-ed with French fries last night, hammered, in the booth.
Do you think I'm short enough to dress up in a ghost costume and go trick or treating and have people believe that I'm actually a child?
I can't hang out tomorrow. A boy wants to feed me ice cream and touch my boobs. Priorities.
The cat ate a weed mint. This is not a drill
Typical. We're ready to go, and you're not wearing pants.
The report specifies "melted cheese food" as the cause of the burns. Your pride, like your cock, isn't getting out of this without heavy damage.
Randomize
