LETS GET FUCKED UP IN ONESIES TONIGHT.
I worry about you sometimes...
...she's taking her top off and singing songs from Anastasia. I swear to God were solumates.
She ordered a salad and a budweiser. I love her.
I think I just need to get a pillow shaped like a toilet seat.
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
I wish! That ended in 2001 when we all got collectively band from the Settle Inn. As a group we are also band from social events at the zoo. It's impressive really.
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
Just to warn you I probably wont be able to do anything that involves standing up
I am honored my friend, to hold the decision of what enters your body
no need to worry, I have the internet and a cape, I can accomplish anything. nothing can go wrong, I am unstoppable. Yo.
I think my penis runs off weed. I haven't smoked it 3 days and I have no sex drive what so ever
was I atleast graceful when I feel down that flight of stairs and broke my hand?
She used to be cute, back when we were young.
Oh well, so were platform jellies. Shit changes.
The coast is clear - also, would it bother you if I chose not to wear pants?
It's a classy one I promise! Their toilets are cushioned an tier wifi is named hummingbird
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