We have to go find her fucking car. She came home from a 80 dollar cab ride, no shoes, and all she remembers is its at a burger king on a street with an H in it
so i was just informed that i sang that song "pop that pussy ayyy pop that pussy" at the halloween party saturday. iembarrassing.
i tried slipping money on her dresser whenever she brings guys home hoping she'll start to question her goals in life... i think its only encouraging her
Definitely contact high. Thirty miles an hour listening too i can see clearly now wanting too eat the steering wheel
Our cab driver looks like Kim Jong il, and you're missing a fascinating conversation about Katie wanting to be carbon dated.
You ass. You're not the one who bought me flowers, so obviously you will not be the recipient of the blow job of gratitude.
well, obviously he didn't fuck me for my strong moral fiber.
I may or may not go. send a pic of a nipple so I know how much fun you're having
I blacked in at 6:30am on the last stop on the train with a random fedora on? And I'm pretty sure I rode in a limo last night while eating pizza
it's like getting dryhumped by a chainsaw in the very best possible way
We just broke my bed mid-sex, laughed, then continued. If that isn't true love I don't know what is.
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
I think my dove chocolate wrapper just told me to masturbate.
I'm proud of all of us. Somehow we all survived another Jägerbomb Tuesday
I'm too pretty to go to jail. Especially in Louisiana.
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