Come to the Burger King. We're waiting for you.
I have a new reason to go to work: I can tell which 3 of my coworkers are sisters just by looking at their butts.
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
sometimes i wish i had boobs. not on me. just like in a drawer.
She's clinging to me like a horny koala.
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
I need to get a life, I am either crying at every glee episode or just wanting to blow rails off photos of us
I wish my brain had a "congrats you just defeated the munchies" notification!
so the photographer said "let's get a picture of the cousins" so we posed together, and then he said " lets get a picture of the couples" So we posed together.
I feel like calling off tonight. Is a strong desire for masturbation a valid reason?
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
I'm proud of all of us. Somehow we all survived another Jägerbomb Tuesday
I'm starting to think that Cosmic Steve ripped me off
i don't like interrupting booty calls. thats just rude.
and eventually we just all took our pants off
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