so I smoked with the leasing agent of the apartment complex. Of corse I am going to take this one
i dont care about people's attitudes as long as they give me head
dude. how can brian from family drink at fucking bars? he's a dog and definitaly doesn't have pockets.
Whoa, Gary Coleman died
Whatchu talkin bout?!?!
Too soon.
I'm questioning the dried chocolate syrup on my tits.
Nope, sorry. Already took my bra off. All down hill from here. My next act will be crying, singing, and eating girl scout cookies in the shower. You can come watch the shit show though.
Ahahhahaha I'm not that stupid but then again I thought cabo was in Africa until yesterday
max decided it would be a good idea to run down the hall and smack down the exit sign. now we are sitting in the emergency room, and he is wearing the sign as a bracelet
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
Oh were you the stripper at that club last Sunday when i was trippin on acid wearing a giraffe outfit?
so as he was cumming he sort of growled with one eye squinted... for a moment there I thought I was fucking Popeye
I talked to the pizza guy for 10 minutes about my truck, I don't even have a truck
I think I'm pregnant again.
or as we call it, thursday.
I think it's important to not involve Bar Food in any near future decisions.
P.s. There are few things I love more than brand new mascara and you are one of them.
Randomize
