Yeah unless I can find some idiot to make love to
i hate this light. i wouldnt even hook up with me in this light
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
We just described beer as "big boy apple juice" to his 2 year old.
It's offcial there's a Bobby Light radio station on pandora.
It totally doesn't make me a groupie if I hooked up with him before he was in the Olympics
It took me 6months to figure out that he only had one testicle.
Ripped as fuck driving to get a portrait of my cat tattooed on my arm
I miss the "How many Grindr hits can I get while performing in an elementary school?" game.
I know he's not here, but I can still see him. I found some of my old stash and its good shit so its expected to see sunlight at night and scary llama men. Midgets or otherwise.
He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.
He passed away peacefully doing what he loved to do best. Eating a pound of vodka gummy worms and failing at sex and the city trivia.
I'll be honest, this year's Vegas trip will be nothing short of disappointing if there's no repeat of the angry ménage a trios in a closet.
Well the good news of being walked in on, my mom says your tits are pretty. Then she added that hers were like that once. Fml
Even after hearing me fuck his friend twice in one night, he still follows me around like a puppy.
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