I felt like Norm from Cheers walking into the free clinic.
Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
I do not want to touch your penis after this conversation.
The fairy wings and cowboy hats were not the issue. The bag of cocaine that I held in the air as we drove in the parade might have been.
If i had 4 hands right now is have booze in 3 of them and my cock in the other all because you went to denver. just sayin.
He kept dropping hints about giving me crabs. Like he called my pubes a nest and said he "hoped there weren't any eggs in there."
Currently smoking a blunt with my one night stand's mom. I don't know how I should feel about this.
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
Fuck that, come home. Let's get drunk and judge people.
This isn't good. I can't find my mom. This is why we don't give her Fireball.
He told me I remind him of his ex girlfriend but in a better more advanced way..
Just went grocery shopping with a vibrator in my purse and didn't even realize it. This is what Saturdays are made for.
Pray for me.. I'm like the lonely vagina in a sea of sworming dicks
I mean that was the nicest way to be dumped by some one I wasn't dating.
Nothing quite like spending your evening singing Shania Twain I Feel Like a Woman barbershop quartet Style with some homeless guys outside of Keyport liquor. love Shania Twain. How's your Sunday?
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