We made a drinking game out of poaching eggs. When did our life turn into a really awesome version of Top Chef?
Don't tits with veins remind you of road maps?
apparently my insurance doesn't cover road head. Bummer.
shes still here... layin in my bed watching a beyonce concert on tv drinking leftover franzia straight outta the bag and crying
The door opens out but somehow she managed to kick it in..
No Robbie is the name of a kid or dog, not an adult man who's fucking you.
I have cobwebs on my vagina for halloween. And bats fly out when I open my legs.
We call it "Dishes: Hard Mode". Basically whoever is doing dishes gets head but needs to finish the dishes before they cum.
And so far nothing been broken!
The only flat surface we had was a cheez it box so we snorted the blow off of that. Rock bottom really isn't that bad.
We need a shit load of segways right now
Guy fieri is speaking only to me. We make eye contact. My whole body is vibrating. My head is purring. I am literally marbles.
So... How much of our rent is drug money?
There is a woman in the stall next to me giving a pep talk to her daughter that wants to call off her wedding. I'm afraid to pee!
It smells like graded cheese and febreze in the family room what the hell have you been up to???
That man makes my giblets tingle
Congrats? I think?
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