You wanted to speak to the manager of mcdonalds as to why a "bag of cheeseburgers" isn't a menu option.
She said her tits were too big, and he slapped her. He said that Jesus didn't appreciate bitches that fish for compliments
there is a baby dancing on the table amidst the smoke of multiple cigarettes. i want to trade lives with that baby.
not to mention it took an hour of antique roadshow to calm my dick down
i'm out of college. that means no more sex on a twin bed. ever. i don't care how big his dick was. i'm classy like that.
I posted my balls on ericas instagram. It got 17 likes.
It wasn't like a party or anything. They played PlayStation and talked about sports. Then I threw up on his porch.
I found out he put two potatoes in a jar because he wants to make his own vodka.
Apparently I send drunk snapchats a lot and they always have random dudes in them. Like one night it was just me and some guy I don't know sitting on my couch.
No like he has curves. I remember thinking he had a nicer body than me
I'm glad your nude photos turned out "classy" but you cannot hang them in the living room.
I think the biggest problem with being overhigh is when the kitchen was on fire and I was pointing and laughing and eating rootbeer oreos like it was fucking Ozzfest 2000
He literally poured blue Gatorade on me after we had sex and said "good game" all over my white sheets
Crying in Target on a display sofa is normal, right? Asking for a friend.
You woke up in between the boxspring and the matress in a random dorm room.
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