craigslist faux pas number 857, just got head in a disability bus.
All i learned in high school was how to sell drugs
there's chicken and sequins in our bathroom sink. part of me almost wants to know what happened
A donut and a mojito for breakfast...Helloooooo Derby Wekkend!
you cried when she wouldn't let you have her bathroom rug.
yes we did fuck in his chapter room. yes it was demeaning. and yes, they probably will discuss it at chapter tonight.
You have to stop getting hammered and preaching about that mission trip to Haiti.
My tits are coming out a minimum of ten times
we were bear claw grabbing his crotch in the middle of the bar yelling prominent ridge over and over.
I can motorboat myself in this new push-up bra. I need to go out tonight.
I just saw a douchebag with frosted tips & a LaCoste polo with popped collar driving a Call of Duty edition Jeep. It was a cavalcade of stereotypes.
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
It's six am and her daughter just walked in on her mom and roomful of naked people playing strip spoons. glad Im apart of that childhood memory....
I grabbed the pretzel bag with my toes last night. I think that day of yoga had paid off.
its Niagara falls. its like international waters. You can get away with anything there
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