Last night was an abortion. I might need a publicist.
She was singing my heart will go on into her barf bag. celine aint got shit on her.
i just got on a party bus. i think i left my belly button at the bar.
It wouldn't have been a big thing. If anything, I woulda apologized to you and cleaned the remote
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
You claimed your dick was a divining rod, spun in a circle 3 times and walked into the bar you stopped in front of...consequently there was a bikini shoot going on
making out was so insane. it felt like our tongues were paintbrushes made of waves and we were painting an ocean galazy
Please do us both a favor and come rip my clothes off.
well, I yelled "the tribe has spoken!" at a boatload of people and then I walked home alone in the pouring rain at 1:30am. karma really is a bitch, yo.
I love our relationship. We just get drunk, show each other our tits, demonstrate sexual positions and make pasta. Then you go to bed and I sit around with your mom and cry about how proud of you we are.
Not only did I get beyond cray cray this weekend. My body has nursed itself to plentiful and impeccable health. Fuck you world, I am back.
Noo.... Like in the attic of a crack house with nitrous and fat chicks weird....
She has this wild look other eyes like she wouldn't be afraid to commit a felony.
Dude, Kevin called the cops on the cops.
Don't worry. I have logic.... just not morals.
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