I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
I'm constantly one strobe light away from an E flashback
drinking warm bud heavies i found in the garage and googling how to tell the gosselin kids apart.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
yeah...i noticed he pets people when he's drunk. It's odd.
It'll be just me and my penis against the world.
You know you stopped at a liquor store to prepare for a 12-year-old's birthday party, right?
Just had to buy plan b w/ my robotic baby from family living.. Awkward.
I know. It's cray. Crayon. Crayolaaaaa.
The bad news is that I stole all your drugs. The good news is that ITS KICKING IN!
Just check with her if girls can get blown, that's all.
I JUST BROKE A NAIL MASTURBATING. WTF I could even enjoy my orgasm bc now I'm gonna have to spend $50 on my nails.
We found him sitting in the back of the club crying into a strippers lap. She told us he missed his pet frog and to come back later.
I came and sneezed at the same time. Words can't describe how awesome it was.
What do you mean relationship? He paid for my tires and I gave him a blow job.
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