He muttered something about having just washed he sheets, then demanded I give him all my quarters.
Now that Steinbrenner is in heaven he's going to make Jesus cut his hair
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
the cops who came hadnt heard yet. when we told them they sang the star spangled banner with us
I'd be a gr8 surrogate. I'm gonna love your fetus
Just so you know, you're MY booty call. Feel degraded.
I legitimately forgot how to blow my nose just now. Sleep might be handy.
You need to fuck him. The man has his own Wikipedia.
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
And I wasn't prepared because its been a very long and lonely season and I wasn't expecting to find dick at Press Box trivia night....
I can't tell if I'm still on the hangover from last night, or if I'm experiencing the one from tomorrow, because it was so powerful that it actually traveled back through time...
I'm not sure what exactly you were planning, but you kept yelling that we were going to need a lot of midgets and a lawyer.
It's been awhile, you pregnant yet?
You ran out of his house yelling "I got the goods!" Then you pulled toilet paper rolls out from under your shirt.
He told me was "pretty like the wife in some movie where the husband is a cheater." I think I'm gonna fuck him.
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