Regardless of the degree, it's probably not good to relate so closely to the Steve-O documentary.
he was like Britney Spears in bed.. a little chubby and too medicated to perform.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
Theres also beggin' strips and a dog bone in the corner...nooo signs of there being a dog though.
Hey bro, did you ever hear from the background investigator that i was supposed to bang?
I know what youre going to say and vodka only explains half of my sitation
Tell him I'm the girl who was excited he spoke English. Then ask him where he picked me up from.
The only thing I remember is vomiting and then feeding my dog a Mcdonalds cheeseburger and telling him yolo
WE'RE FINALLY ADMITTING THAT WE DESPERATELY WANT TO SCREW EACH OTHER. THIS IS WHAT PROGRESS FEELS
Also when i was high i would close my eyes and see a puppy on a grill having pancake batter poured on it.... And for whatever reason it was fucking hilarious.
Can we just discuss how hundreds of miles away we were both beyond drunk and in some boys bed. That is the definition of friendship.
I mean I want to be happy but it's a train wreck that you can't look away from
Everyone I slept with in 2016 is getting a Christmas card from me. Because I'm an adult.
She said my penis was powerful and magnificent
How can i make it up 2 u?
DREW I AM SMOKING POT AND FUCKING. WE CANNOT DISCUSS THIS AT THIS PARTICULAR JUNCTURE.
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