To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
If you had to guess, would you say that as a species, midgets are more or less flammable than humans?
Less. Duh. They have less combustible mass.
Hold on, I'm google imaging "vagina close ups" to see if mine match up
the weed was in a baggy that had little penguins on it. i am so excited you have no idea
Also, I've sobered up around 5am, in Delaware. I remember making this decision, and highly regret it now.
If I refrain from fucking my manager, I'm going to reward myself by fucking that guy from the photo department.
I poured myself a glass of chocolate chips at some point during the evening.
I once puked on the side of the hwy driving home and it somehow made me feel more Canadian. So don't rule it out
I have a strict rule of what enters my vajay. It's either sparkly, or human. Anything else and I draw the line. Standards.
Dude. If I met a dinosaur right now. we'd totally be on the same page. Brainwaves and shit.
Just went to my first strip club and they had Fox News on. Conservative booty time.
If that orgasm indicates how the rest of the year is going to go, I need to buy rain boots.
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
Are those your contacts stuck to the mirror?!
Yeah. Drunk me tried to put my contacts on the mirror where my eyes were.
Two questions: is there going to be a bathroom at this party, and can we fuck in it. This will define whether or not I enjoy going to parties with you.
Randomize
