never. drinking. again.
lets not get ahead of ourselves.
Sooo sorry about that. And crying. And comparing my life to a duck
his Mom's staying with him so he asked if I'd go over and fuck in his shed. he said "it's a really nice shed"
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
i think he drugged the pie. i'll get back to you on that later.
If tjhis were a lake full of vodka and i were a ducl Id swim my way down and ddrink my way up
I'm sorry. I think I have multiple personalities. Or it was the acid. Either way. I'm sorry.
So i forgot that my head is completely wrapped in gauze, and tried to do the "come hither" look. He think's i'm brain damaged
Call me when your ready for an explanation about the ham in your vagina.
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
You're not on my level until you shop at Petsmart for sex accessories.
I would bite a mans dick off for a chocolate milk.
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
My friend Julia's mom just called her to say she got a puzzle in the mail made of cheese and when she put it together it spelled FUCK YOU and she doesn't know who it's from.
Maybe life is about finding the person you DO want to cuddle with after they rail you like a porn star
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