I take back everything bad I said about that song party in the usa. There's just something about seeing a cross dresser lipsing it that makes a song sooo much better.
She answered the door wearing a blanket and holding a golf club. I was too late for this party.
She kept saying the tortilla understood her. I honestly don't know where she found a tortilla at the pool.
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
Please come back. She just stuck her bloody band-aid to Zach's face, has a fire extinguisher, and is talking about tornados hiding.
Whatever. I'll just fuck him now and deal with the clingyness later.
Though I feel a moral obligation to take you there, point out all of the male supervisors and slap you on the wrist and yell, "NO!!"
We're both clumsy. What does this imply for our kids?
Helmets.
I just set a reminder on my phone to get star spangled hammered this weekend.
Things my liver can't take in one weekend. Surprise nights off at work and male strippers. Woke up jaundiced.
I think I'd rather see her get hit by a car in one of those Russian dash cam videos on YouTube.
I kid you not. He let me in into his house, showed me the putt putt in his backyard. Offered to play me.
Where are you? Where am I? Why am I so red?
I will bring Jesus to court if he punishes me for that
u ever get horny for food. i ordered a bunch of crepes and its doin it 4 me
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