I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
I can't get into him, he looks really young. I'd feel like I was blowing the Gerber baby.
The new google images is a smorgasbord of porn now are plans for tonight are off.
I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
As per my father's affair, married men are no longer off limits.
Found a guy passed out on the coffee table with a thong duct taped from ear to ear.
i threw up in a box in my own lap driving today.
shes taking the breakup well, i walked in on her naked passed out wearing a turban with a bag of peanut butter choc chips in hand at 5 in the afternoon.
I woke up at 4am on the floor covered in olive oil and fire extinguisher powder but all I wanted to know was where the rest of my booze was at.
I almost wanna stick a tampon in and sneeze bent over to see if it actually shoots out
How the fuck did he think me asking about the possibility of a threesome was a rhetorical question?
I just want him to get into an accident where he's horribly disfigured but otherwise fine so he's not so freaking handsome
i can eat my weight in tater tots. don't test me, bitch
You were cussing me out in sign language, and slurring your signs.
That's some kind of record drunk there...
this is a mass text: the cage has been opened. repeat, the cage has been opened. a search party will be organized. you are all sloppy bitches. that is all.
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