3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
turns out a healthy dose of cleavage is the equivalent of a swig of felix felicis
tonight, alcohol would be proud of us
I never once brought up his unibrow when he was insulting me. That's class.
I dont know but I had two different hospital bands and half a pie when i woke up.
We play beat the clock every morning. When the alarm goes off, she hits snooze and drops her panties. If I can't finish in time to beat the snooze, she jumps in the shower and I've gotta jerk off.
I guess I'm open to more types of dick now
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I have a 8 minute video of a fish tank on my phone.
We need to stop going to pet stores high.
She's passed out with a slice of pizza between her boobs should I just eat it and leave
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
Well you got kicked off a stripper pole. They said girls only.
New holiday tradition. Eat all the Xanax in the am, then wake up later after festivities and eat all the leftovers
Woke up, bank account is empty. Sock is still full of blood. Nothing in my pockets but a wireless mic and jenga pieces.
Based on the conversation I'm going to assume you didn't close the deal.
It started going awry when I fell through a roof.
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