so im watching realhousewives of jersey with my mom. she just said they werent really rich bc they were doing their own makeup.
It was like a little tadpole swimming in the big ocean.
you thought your balls were fighting each other...
Too long to explain. Basically I started an electircal fire. No one was hurt except for a box of cereal near the outlet.
and then he proceeded to take what he called, a whip cream shower.
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
That's all? I'm a pro at gay chicken. I'll touch his dick, I have no problem with that.
P.s. remind me to tell you about the porno that Paul envisioned starring you. It's wizard of oz themed.
She insisted we fuck to Ludacris, not how I imagined popping her lesbian cherry would be. I tried delt and I liked it.
Woke her up in the middle of the night with the smell from a fart. So proud of my colon.
Sara can't come to the phone right now. She's currently having an in-depth conversation with a flower pot.
It just makes sense. It's like I end a relationship, and wash myself of sin... with tequila.
I knew I was in for a long night after I filled the empty pinata carcass with beer, bit off the top of one of it's legs and used it as a beer bong.
Mom wants to know if you're coming over or if it's safe for her to take her bra off...
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