So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
i used the pictures of vaginas in your biology book to jack off.
He poured the shots. We did them together. I cheersd him out of the shower
Someone jacked my earrings off me or I threw em in the toilet again
I hate when that happens
There is a mirror in the headboard of the bed that I'm sleeping in so I can immediately question life choices when I wake up.
Definitely want to eloquently cunt punt those bitches thru the field goals of life.
The next time you try to drunkenly strip me in public let's make sure it's not anywhere near the daiquiri factory or a group of police officers.
I desperately wanted to wear your shirt.
Why is there a muffler in the livingroom?
First, I just want to say that I had nothing to do with it. Second, how good is your car insurance?
New game I thought of while bored on the train. Anytime I get a text from an ex, I will randomly text a different ex. It's like a less charitable version of pay it forward.
I spent the money she owed me on enough magnum condoms to make a blimp. Damn right I'm going to make the best of it.
After 7 months of nothing.. shall we throw your vagina a party? as its reinstatement into society?
In last nights drunken stupor i apparently purchased a luxury travel package for two to Australia. So uh...get a passport and clear your schedule for next month
So my POF profile is full of Archer references. Only guys who get them will be getting any response to their messages.
the only thing she has in her apt so far is toilet paper and shot glasses. you can see where the priorities lie.
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