My boss just told me $1,000 at a six hour event wouldn't be worth her time. She makes $70k a yr. and apparently never learned multiplication.
So..I walked into his bathroom and found a bong and a blender in the shower.....normal?
I dont think she was a real nurse but she was good at it. wish I rememebrd her name
I walked into my room to see them crying, watching hey arnold, and passing a franzia box back and forth...
I gave him head and we watched Fashion Police. somehow it wasn't awkard.
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
This guy needs to come out; I can feel him sucking my dick from across the room.
I have got to stop singing on voicemails. I just left my dad a 6 minute musical message.
Watching the wiggles while tripping on acid is the scariest fucking thing of all time
sex, shower, sex, ice cream sandwiches?
note: just because the casino is called bourbon street, it doesn't mean you can puke and keep walking and no one will care. chalk me up for another 86
That's a good 5 hours of "I have no fucking idea what I did".
mid-october of freshman year. goals have shifted from "no more guys on my floor" to "all the guys on my floor."
We are literally scheduling phone sex... if that's not long distance af then i don't know what is
I dunno what to tell you sport. Short of having a shock collar on, you're gonna wanna hook up with people.
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