So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
I guess calling a coworker a lesbian sea cow is some kind of violation.
IDK but this explains my bloody dashboard.
I cannot take someone's straight and gay virginity in one threesome. It's just too much responsibility.
he called us the olsen twins. we also rapped ignition much to his dismay.
Couple of things: my nipples are blue and knowing that at some point I'm going to have to poop is incredibly terrifying
okay - we take $20 and buy each other some 'drink till we puke' clothes from the thrift store.
I just got high off one hit and the. Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refridgerator and researching ways to replace it
had a nice chat with the older gay fellow who works in the bakery at the new vons about vday...we both feel that it's a day of dashed expectations & concerns that we'll have to be cut out of our spanx
The only rule I'm making for myself tonight is to not drink out of the sink at the bar.
This is the beginning of the end. Testicle Tuesdays and free ball Friday are going to scar people for life
Dude that picute of your balls will haunt my nightmares
What's goes good with Everclear?
Pepto-Bismol and a sandwich.
We're currently sharing pics of our cats. I can't wait to sit on her face.
He suffocated between her tits, but she didn't notice because he still came.
The only good thing about being back at work is supply room boom boom with my office husband
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