no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
I saved him in my fone as special pumba. he was just pumba but then he found me drugs
so just incase you wake up on the couch wondering how you got there--you came home at 7am, put ice in a cup--then you proceeded to put the cup in the microwave and melt it because you "wanted water". you then, fell down the stairs while saying "you don't know me" then crawled to the couch.
after drinking 6 jumbo margaritas he then proceeded to tell the entire restaurant that he was going to "bust a load in me" when we got home....how do you think the rest of my night went?
I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
My right arm is handcuffed to my leg... Please help.
The cab driver thought we were passed out so he called a sexline...
I didn't even have time to sit down and the nurse was like: ''You've been having unprotected sex.'' HOW DOES SHE KNOW?!?
I woke up with hair in my teeth and half his beard was missing.
I can't bring an entire liter in the bar in my purse. I mean I can. I might. I'm probably gonna.
I think we've entered a low point in our relationship when I'm sending you pictures of pubic hair designs "because they're funny"
I'm sending him pics of me in my new lingerie telling him to come over and when he gets here I'll have changed into like sweats and a 5 year old shirt with ketchup stains on it
WHO TURNS DOWNA FRESHLY WAXED VAGINA IN A MAIDS COSTUME LITERALLY LAYING IN YOUR BED
I really need to get to the point where I can poop at his house. I’ve taken three shits on the way home already.
Nope. I'm an adult now. I can successfully avoid to vomit in defiance of the porcelain god\n
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