I just sold a pizza for the ability to listen to spice girls.
I was scared of Debbie's boobs today. They were all huge and scary looking
With such a small dick you'd think he'd try to make up for it with some sort of personality.
I feel like I'm sitting in a sleigh of puddy. It's not a bathtub though because you need a sleigh to go down a mountain.
We were playing hot potato with real potatoes at 3am
I'm sure me singing - rather loudly - "fuck me in the back seat" last night didn't help either.
Nice just gets you lonely or dead. I don't like those options.
I can taunt you with whatever I want. Like batman and sex.
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
candyland with pharmaceuticals ... what could go wrong
If I learned anything from that one time I saw the last 10 minutes of oprah when they talked about the secret, it is that you project what you receive back. I also have wine.
Whatever. I'll take my new fine ass dick sucking nails elsewhere.
He came back with a Butterfinger and vibrator batteries. There's no refusing him now.
He's very cute and has a totally sit-able face.
Usually it's tequila, or vodka. But today was just the devil
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