So, how was the dinner
Just like the ex wife, cold, fatty, and expensive.
Who would have guessed that ordering a vodka lemonade at Roscoe's was code for I want a hand job
I was rubbing the clit just like wikipedia told me to.
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
I can't believe I'm wasting this thong on a guy in a sweater vest.
Im like a co-bf. he pays for her birthday and christmas, but i get all the action.
I know. You don't know poor life choice until your sitting on the floor of a community bathroom waiting to vomit at 4 am
Also, that dude projectile vomiting all over the living room was the perfect distraction for me to swipe the booze and run.
Also I'm sitting home alone with a big ass bowl of marshmallows right now just eating. It's so sad.
You sent me a picture of you licking the bottom of a shoe and the caption was "it tastes like shoe"
So when this rash is gone wanna hang out?
You can't just take out your bong for hits in public places... That's what pipes are for. You've got to be stealthier.
No, it's okay because this is the city of trees.
YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN BUSTED MORE THAN ONCE. THAT'S NOT A VALID EXCUSE FOR BONG HITS IN COFFEE GARDEN
in honor of breaking bad starting soon, i am now banging a walter white lookalike. viva heisenberg!
Excuse me while I gouge out my eyes.
In which case my work here is done.
And god said thou shalt never deny free booze. And it was good.
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