I want to stick my p in your. b.
...she just doesn't genetically have the things I want my kids to have.
Just mixed Baileys and yoohoo. I feel like an alchoholic 2nd grader.
Apparently, we were running around the apartment, singing into pickles, the routinely slapped our passed out friends with them.
The bartender said he wanted to turn you gay, and we got free shots the rest of the night
I got written up at work for smelling like sex and vodka. Still not sure how they put that into professional terms.
She kept telling people I wrecked her brain. That high.
If you wondered to yourself today, "did Sarah break her bathing suit strap and flash a pool full of children," the answer is yes.
I found my limit. I will not, in fact, blow my 78 year old professor for an A in his class.
You answered, dry heaved into the phone twice, & then hung up on me.
OMG I COULD FUCK HIM FOR POT, THIS CHANGES THE WHOLE GAME.
So, what my linguistics project should really be called is "I happen to sleep/makeout with a lot of bilinguals and am now using them to help me graduate"
What the fuck were you guys talking about?
Lube wrestling.
Oh, makes sense.
I'm sorry but it's something you and your A cups wouldn't understand.
He sent me a dick pic from a port-o-potty in Boston. If that's not love Idk what is.
Randomize