no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
Somewhere in this world my second husband is in 9th grade.
the last thing i remember is ordering pitchers of white russians....
I told them I was gay and asked them to pass the pie. I ruined pumpkin pie for grandpa.
Yo. I have a shitload of cardboard. We have to build a smoke hut in the smoke room with a tunnel connected to a cat house. This way the kitty can join us whenever she pleases
I five year old is judging me because I just opened a bottle of Sam Adams with my teeth before 8am
Unless you consider jello shots food the answer is no there is no dinner here. When u get food get more wine too tired of you coming over drinking all my booze and destroying my vagina
He's cute when he's drunk, too. Also he tried to fight my door...
her dad gauges his nipple piercings.
Opened the apartment door and the smell of sex and weed literally slapped me across the face. Kudos.
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
I was picked up from his hotel room at 5 a.m. and came home with my panties and jäger in a McDonald's bag so the desk attendant wouldn't judge me. This is what single at 25 is about.
Well I'm missing half a toenail if that's any indication of my night
I still have to bake cookies and shave my legs so Mike can have MILF & cookies when he gets home.
no i'm going to the dr today, he fucking banshee-shrieked in my ear as he was coming and now i can't hear out of it
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