they're scary. like turkeys that ate nuclear fucking steroids.
I even made an effort to dress like a conservative young lady who doesnt black out and throw up in her bed regularly today.
Nothing says Christmas like gin and tears.
So the weirdest part of it all was he whispered in my ear "can i eat you out on your tredmill?" I dont find him attractive at all anymore
I don't have any swimsuits that don't show off the weird handprint bruises on my hips. Do you have a onepiece I can borrow?
Let's just say that watching the sunrise in a space helmet is really the only way to do it.
you know who we are? We're the female white stoner version of Kenan and Kel.
Sorry there's no emoticon for I got my period all over a guy's bed so I had to improvise. There isn't even a bed one
I could not actually bring myself to utter the phrase "donkey cock" in front of my father. Not possible.
You know it's nice having a girlfriend who will lotion your balls for you
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
I can't believe I'm coordinating a threesome at work. My productivity is at an all time low.
Had a one night stand and didnt remember the guys name until he started sending me poems in the mail.
day drinking didnt prepare me for this..
You made me promise I wouldnt let you play "fuck fuck goose" with a 40 year old ever again.
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