i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
Let's just say for some reason we thought it was okay to make a burrito smoothie.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
he turned the pretty ricky playlist on. its about to go down.
you told grandpa to call you daddy
I hope, cuz I was gunna get "celebritory drunk" but now I have to get "I'm disappointed drunk"
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
you are going to have to live with the consequences, i'm going to fuck your sister
The cops showed up and one of them got pushed in the pool. When he got out he looked really sad so I got him a towel and hugged him. He arrested all the underage drunkards but me.
Something about getting whistled at in my work clothes while crossing the street with three Nuvarings in my back pocket feels wrong.
They want yo temporarily sterile ass.
Well who could blame her. I would run away from me if I could.
Secondly, that waffle is lost for good. I have no fucking idea where that bitch is
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
You can now call me Rabbi, and I can now perform weddings, funerals, and other services in all fifty states. You're welcome, world.
You took a bite of the snack wrap put it down and fell asleep and when you woke up ten minutes later you asked how it got there, dipped it in soda ate it and fell back asleep.
Randomize
