I jusy said out loud "gingers unite in the middle of the night"
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
They told me I stole 50 buns and a bottle of mayo and would whisper in their ears to look under my shirt to see what was for breakfast... benefit of starting to drink at 9 am
I can practically hear my vag and my conscience fighting.
I'm questioning the dried chocolate syrup on my tits.
After all the hair products he's stolen from me, he better fucking be gay.
as much as i want to say no i cant cause i need the trophy wife training
I consented to having my finger branded. How was your night?
With 4 extra seconds dedicated to the dong.
These kind of text worry me.
I just came so hard my vision went blurry. I can only hope one day I'll find a man that can accomplish what my left hand does on a tri-daily basis.
I THINK it was the lead singer. Whoever he was, I have his number and his dick was pierced.
It was totally the lead singer.
I don't suppose you have a recipe for a cocktail made of bitter resignation, regretting everything, poor life descisions and deep-seated self-loathing?
I think I achieved my goal of being high for 24 hours in the same week I promised myself I wouldn't smoke anymore
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