A relator touring our house this week saw the picture in our bathroom of steven passed out, yellow faced, with BALLS on his forehead, and had to ask "if that kid was alive or dead".
I should start riding the bus again so I can drink all day
Im thinking about quitting weed for my dog
I found your bra. How you get it off the satellite dish is your problem.
they paper machayed me.
i told you ... never pass out drinking with preschool teachers.
Just got a groupon for a segway rental: fireworks segway battle at my house. What say you?
So maybe putting the blacklight above the futon wasn't the best idea...
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.
Halfway through she said I was exactly like she imagined. So many things have been stroked this night.
My dick looks like crazy bread
pics are now mandatory
When he was leaving this morning he said I'll text you later on and I replied with if you don't that's cool too.
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
Dude.. She just busted into my house wearing a ski mask, a poncho, and thigh-high pink hooker boots and yelled, "THE CABS ARE HEEERRREEE!!"
We need a kiddie pool and lots of cornstarch
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