We have had massive layoffs this year, yet the guy who cant flush his shit seems to still have a job
I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
The bouncer said he wanted to but BBQ sauce on my legs. That Mystic tan has already paid for itself.
i'll prob lay in bed. its weird not having to track my wallet down, its become such a weekly habit. i suddenly have so much free time
I don't know, But i remember him licking ecstasy off my boobs and my boyfriend cheering him on
I promise a much better performance tomorrow than last night my penis has a bed time
Can we talk about the fact that I plucked weed off your ass this morning like it's a normal thing to do?
Just pretend you're riding a unicorn through space. Thats how I deal with the stirrup situation at the gyno office.
Well for number 40 i would prefer to at least like the guy attached to the dick
I've got beer and a bag of saltwater taffy and croutons, is that enough for this typhoon thing?
can I share that I'd like to fuck him in my new car as a sort of car warming present to myself?
She apologized again the next day. I said it was pee under the bridge
Who the fuck cries when they're stoned?!
Sorry man I just really wanted a McChicken
I want your cock. I also want to cuddle you and tell you how amazing you are, because you know balance.
I think sunday funday got a little out of control. There is cheese slices and BBQ sauce all over the roof and 4 empty bottles of vodka in my room.
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