I think I kinda wanna bone that ginger from Harry Potter.
You literally just made my flesh crawl.
everytime i listen to a chris brown song and like it i feel like i bad person
google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
so he must've not known that your lastname is Came because everytime someone would say your name he would scream "NO SHE DIDNT" to the whole party. He must've not been too good then either.
We're playing a drinking game to 'how to train your dragon'. has it really come to this?
found my necklace. it was safe with all 6 boxes of peeps that i bought that night.
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
What do you mean how did you end up there? You told him he had a face you'd like to ride, that's a deal sealer in any language.
Well you just missed the ten chi o pledges singing la bamba at our doorstep.
I faked an orgasm during phone sex last night. This relationship is starting to become real.
These freshman guys were trying to holler at me from their window, and I realized about 20 minutes too late that the best possible reaction at that time would've been screaming "FLACCID PENIS". Oh, and I found this awesome zombie charm bracelet you would love.
I walked in on him fucking my best friend. I think we've reached the point of following each other on twitter.
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
You should just construct a mini-city, actually. Then destroy, photograph and post. Who could turn down a dick that conquered a whole city? Craigslist personals wont know what hit it.
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