So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
3 different guys in my psych class know me as 3 different names and said hi to me with all 3 different names-Andrea, Grace, and Bella
I've never been more proud of you
I need a leather bustier to keep them in.
Too kinky for 11:30am. Stop that.
that's like riding a pigeon when you could fuck a bald eagle
Goose bottles do NOT make good bowling pins
I was born in the year of the cock... How fitting.
Either allow it in a formal toast or i will drunkenly tell your in-laws while i'm dancing on their table. either way, the truth is coming out
I should have bailed a long time ago. I mean, he has a bible verse-a-day app next to his dick pics in his phone.
it was one of those unspoken contracts of silence like "I teach your daughter and you work at a strip club"...I don't tell if you don't
Ims textiofg thsi woht my noes bcuz my hansd aer stli handcuffde to teh bedfrme. Help me
Have you seen him ? Seriously. No one is that straight.
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
She left you responsible for her guinea pig for what, 3 hours? And it somehow died under your care? I will no longer trust you with so much as a beer.
now whenever i pass that house all i can think about is how i pooped in their yard..
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