nothing cures the holiday blues like an open bar
This show inspires me to have sex in space
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
On the plus side this hangover is the tipping point that finally convinced my lazy ass to get some sunglasses.
it was either a cry for help or you were gargling vodka. we didnt care either way.
The guy I met last night said we had a real connection and gave me his AA coin because he met me during his relapse
After the Patriots lost I punched him in the face. But I still feel like that isn't a good reason to dump me.
Of course drinkings involved. They don't call it alcoholism because we eat too many skittles.
its cute though when you google his name more than one mug shot comes up from different states
Which outfit says "I'm sorry for your loss but we're still banging later"?
The nausea has returned and I can't handle such things to exit my body so violently
That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball
Everytime I give him head I make him rub my back. Teamwork at it's finest.
this is a mass text: the cage has been opened. repeat, the cage has been opened. a search party will be organized. you are all sloppy bitches. that is all.
Randomize