It made me feel like I need a reality show of my life so I could go back and watch the episodes to figure out how I got from the trunk of the car to my neighbors tree house...
Ok Ghana you win again. Tell you what...Double or nothing over women's tennis, basketball, hockey, war, baseball, golf, swimming, diving, oil spills, box office proceeds, internet porn sites, criminals incarcerated, women's downhill, bass fishing, NASCAR, or GDP?
Were gonna hotbox in the trunk. I think there's room for another half of a person if you're interested
two questions - what stuff of mine was pawned and who has the pawn tickets.
I just saw him carrying his little sister while walking his puppy. And he was shirtless. I swear my ovaries just exploded
I promised him we could have sex if he would let me take him to the hospital to get stitches.
I just got a free round of shots. Don't you DARE fuckin tell me that A-cup boobs can't get you good things.
They were assless. I wore assless football pants.
I've been rehabbing my soul with cheese and wine lately
I feel like too many of my sentences start of with "Hey, fuckface!"
Do you know this guy sitting in front of us? Asking for my vagina.
She was doing drunken zumba and screaming "FUCK YOU I HAVE MY OWN STYLE!" at the TV
As a side note, can you ask the maintenance staff not to drag their balls on our stairwell handrails. Please.
In hindsight, maybe rearranging his living room because he has OCD while he was out wasnt the greatest idea. Though it'll keep him busy for HOURS
Give me the sexing that I truly desire and I will reveal to you the mysterious location of the PBR's
Randomize
