i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
I left when they started reinacting what appeared to be a jerry springer episode
about to play the homeward bound drinking game. alone. what are you doing tonight?
He woke me up at 4am just to lick my nipple. Then he talked in his sleep for 20 minutes about the sex we just had. I think it's safe to say he's a weird one, but I dont care cuz he fucks like a champ.
I basically get to watch her life fall apart via tumblr updates
For future reference, Twizzlers CAN leave welts.
Definitely sounds like it's time for some eggs with a side of strap on
There's a black statue of liberty dancing on the side of the road. Please hold while I join him.
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
I'm reffing a fight in Fight Club I don't even know what I'm doing
I have nothing to say for myself. When 2chainz comes on at the bar all bets are off.
Yes. I'm realizing that sports games are good reasons to drink. I just cheer when everyone else cheers.
Im watching animal planet drunk, watching a documentary on mermaids. Tonight has not gone to waste.
So how often do you needs to see my tits today then?
Is 6 weeks really a benchmark now?
Ask me in 6 more weeks, when they're in a bisexual polycule.
Randomize
