Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
I just realized that when I walk away people probably say "wow she really has a drinking problem" and sadly it doesn't bother me.
She smells like mac and cheese, right after you add the cheese. It's strangely erotic.
I walk in to see her roommate half naked on their stripper pole. I knew I was home.
I definitely managed to work the word "aforementioned" into the conversation.. At least I'm an intelligent sexter.
Just so everyone's clear, it was already on fire when I got there.
You drunk dialed me and told me to jump out of my second story window so I could give you head. I almost considered it.
We are hot boxing the gondola
I hate everything.
Dropping acid was like seeing the whole world as a blank canvas to imagine anything I wanted.
And apparently all you wanted was to watch the sun explode and me take 60,000 dicks to the face.
Romantically speaking, I want to sit on his face.
You kept yelling "NO CAPES" at me for no apparent reason
I haven't included my nuts in a shave since the Shaq/kobe Lakers era. I gave my self the ol full court press in order to change the tempo.
I'm over here trying to figure out how to get shake shack delivered to my bed and Jamie is having a child
she just kept straddling the railing to the stairs and shouting "come on Seabiscuit, lets win this for America."
He's got that kind of dick that just MAKES me cheat on my boyfriend. It deserves a trophy. Really you should give it ride sometime.
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