I hope God doesn't listen to everybody on a Saturday night.
she thought don quixote was a type of tequila.
I had to stop messing around with him for fear of laughing in his face. I swear it was a pinky finger in his pants
when she said she's going upstairs to put her "play clothes" on, I knew either she was a pervert or a kindergarten teacher. Either way, I wasn't going to leave. She's a pervert by the way.
Whoever decided putting Tom Seizmore and Heidi Fleiss together in rehab should win some kind of award.
i was calling myself "cat the lion" and tried eating the computer mouse because i thought it was "my prey"
he aimed his bare ass at the sparkler, farted, and it really did work...i love 4th of july anal fire works
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
some drunk guy just paid $3 for each cig that i picked up off the ground. the cigs that he threw on the ground. I might just follow him the rest of the night
I'm now having weird sexual fantasies about that riverdancing figure skater. So thanks for that.
At least you didn't get an invite in the mail to your fuck buddy's baby shower like I just did. My life is a sitcom
My mom just told me I look like darth vader. how's your night?
Do you remember the guy that smelled like hot dogs?
he kissed both of us goodnight when we dropped him off...I didn't know if I was more offended or impressed
sending my old camp counselor nudes. childhood memory win or new low?
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