You're in luck. The brownies don't even have butter, just vege oil
I told him it tasted like his mom..needless to say we were asked to leave.
My gyno actually laughed when I told her about his penis size.
she was drooling, sharted in her sleep, rolled over stuck her hand under the covers pulled it back out, smelled it and moaned and rolled back over. i almost added puke to the disgusting bodily fluid category.
I woke up with a flask of whiskey and a mason jar full of sausage in my tux jacket. south georgia is where i belong
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
Maybe he meant to say like I love fucking you? But just forgot the fucking part.. That's what I'm telling myself.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
Sex aside I am really scared about Syria...
Running my fingers through my hair is like that scene from Patch Adams where the girl goes swimming in a pool of spaghetti. I love molly.
I've been sleeping with the same person for about two months now, I think I know a little bit about stability and commitment.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
rest in peace liver.
It was nice having you occupy space in my body that could be holding beer n chicken.
that's going in my livers obituary.
Why was I so drunk last night that I licked the bar and then the bartenders face? Why didn't you stop me? We can never go back there.
But unlike the human Walter the plant Walter will someday grow to satisfy my needs
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