I felt like Norm from Cheers walking into the free clinic.
She wants her shit back. Clearly she missed the cheaters-get-their-shit-ritually-burned clause.
the igloo is complete. bring your weed and the hat with the floppy ears
I can't find the keys to get out of my front door, there are random socks in my bicycle basket and I can see a plastic handle of cheap vodka sitting on my porch. oh, and my head just broke u with me.
well, the drug dealer I've been fucking the past 5 months gave me a chilis gift card for Christmas, so things are looking up.
At what point in my life did a night that has strippers, belly dancers, tequila and a midget become "average"?
I just woke up tangled in fishing line while wearing someone else's bathing suit with fishes drawn all over me. What kind of sex did we have?
She's dipping the chocolate graham crackers in marshmallow vodka for a 'campfire taste'
The boat wouldn't start, so we brought it back to her house and we've been sitting in it in her driveway for the past 5 hours drinking beer and yelling at peoplee.
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
And. I know i am a gay man cause when i saw the pic of his cock his feet were in it and i am like what the fuck?
Are you setting a date to bone me?
Are you accepting?
Day 10 and still no sign of rescue in my pants.
HE WAS CUMMING IN THAT DICK PIC
It's a classy one I promise! Their toilets are cushioned an tier wifi is named hummingbird
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