my phone is just a graveyard for last nights mistakes. at least it's giving me hints as to where i was though, i'm like carmen sandiego
Why is there a living, breathing cow on your front porch?
I feel like I've been slapped by Gods icy cold dick of vengeance.
Chef at hibachi place learned it was my bday and sprayed 20 second count worth of saki in my mouth. Not sure it was the right image to share with my kids, but thought you'd be proud.
You insisted on calling your mixture of Bacardi & powdered milk "a Jamacian Facial."
Whoever said that remembering a girls name is a basic rule for getting laid has never met me.
I love THIS fish, the rest of the ocean can go fuck itself. I am ahab and he is my whale
whoa! who said he's my boyfriend?
Oops. Sorry. That guy you keep accidentally running into in public. And at home. And with your vagina.
When theres a zombie apocalypse, i will be the only fat survivor. I ate chef boyardi ravioli with part of a pen for a fork
Her vagina is like the upper echelon of Scientology and I don't have enough money to get in
Can you send me the picture you took of me smoking a joint with the cat make-up on?
Let's go buy marshmallows and play chubby bunny until we feel alive again
Now i know i wasnt that drunk... So why are there texts of me volunteering for a nude photo shoot for an art major student?
Oh and ps....i was sleeping soundly until i woke up by the sound of amy on the phone with her mom sobbing hysterically because she cant stop having the shits.
His dick smelled like strawberries...it was awesome.
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