If you were a Panda and I were a Koala and we had a baby, it'd be a falafel. Just think about that.
i'm stoned. there's a jazz trio playing outside across the street...scared that mike myers will appear & start yelling 'woman...WHOA MAN. WHOOOA MAN.' i'm snapping my fingers.
no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
I got a lot accomplished today, and the day is still young! I built a fort, hot boxed a fort, had a tea party in a fort, and now realizing how high I am.
It's official, the cities waste management does not recycle porn.
He doesn't care. He wouldn't care if my vag grew arms and smacked him in the face.
As a matter of fact, I am on the treadmill with the Bottle of UV Blue as we speak.....
We need to be on the same page regarding the 3some this time. No more "one of us should probably leave" moments.
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
Do I lose at life if I cry in a grocery store while buying a pregnancy test?
When the sex is so good, you need three fans and have to chug a gallon of water after
I think the pizza delivery guy is getting a handjob next door.
You have cats and a ten year IUD. Embrace it.
WAIT this kid is eating yogurt with a fucking ladle. what is happening?
I just upped my southern womanhood. Taking whiskey and Kleenex pocket packs to the funeral.
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