At the hair cuttery. A father here with his daughter just answered his phone "ken's whorehouse"...Now I remember why I used to pay more for haircuts.
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
We got blackout for the alumni dinner, and then walked THROUGH the keynote speaker, managing to still say "excuse me".
it glows. i had to have it.
at least the cop wrote "happy birthday" on the ticket.
She was really fucking loud. My neighbors definetly knew my name...
And apparently midway I said "hurry up and finish so we can talk about what a bad idea this was"
i woke up to banging and pieces of ceiling falling on my face
May the one with the liver that just won't quit win
I didnt say frisky time, just alone time, to chat, or watch a show, or stare into one anothers eyes, or souls, or asses, whatever you straight people do
I walked in on him fucking my best friend. I think we've reached the point of following each other on twitter.
She just sent me a message. It's a poem, about eternal love, that she wrote, about us. Just because I took her home two nights - doesn't mean it's eternal love.
It was hands down the most magical fuck I've ever had
It was the only fuck you've ever had..
You followed me up the stairs while i was throwing up yelling "projectile! projectile! projectile!"
He lasted less than 30 sec. in bed and then sent me a friend request on LinkedIn. Wtf.
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