So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
Just bought purple Ray Bans. If there was any small chance that I would ever have sex with women ever again, I just buried it.
come over. we are watching hoarders and playing i spy.
I'm celebrating tres de junio so if you can help me find some sombreros ill be grateful. Also, today in 1992 Aborigines were granted rights to their land so I might need some boomerangs.
he prob just wants to be friends and here i am photoshopping our kids
thanks so much for stopping me from telling him i want to have sex with him while i proceeded to hookup with the air.
I just haven't been myself lately. I slept with a guy 21 years older than me and I've been wearing my hair in a center part.
You don't care if I shave my legs, but you insist I be conscious for sex. Whatever. I really think your priorities are out of whack.
If you don't ever hear from me again, just know that I loved you
Jesus Christ that's like a real possibility
he kept insisting he didn't have my number, so i called his phone and my number came up as "yeaaaaaaaaah!"
11% beer and firearms, what could possibly go wrong?
BTW, Julia referred to you as a power bottom. Are you available?
Hey remind me the get the pancakes out of my jacket
I always knew ther was a reason why we're best friends
Obvs our love of drugs
I like to think of it more as our love of curiosity
My nipples are raw, I've yet to go to bed, I feel like death, and I'm at work. Thank you jack, crown, and Lafayette!
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