You are forgiven. I sent you a picture of a pumpkin man as a gesture of reconciliation.
just a question.. totally understand if you dont know what im talking about.. but.. do you have my funnel? i think i tucked it in to your bed last night.
One of the bamboo sticks broke and impaled him. I think he's drunk enough that it shouldn't hurt until tomorrow.
I asked for a dramatic "funeral" look for my makeup. They judged me.
What color suit is the proper "i banged the bride" attire?
how much ball-pain constitutes an emergency?
Lets play hurricane shelter. And the shelter is my bed, and we forgot our clothes.
It seems that only way I've actually improved myself after 2 years of writing for the school newspaper is that I've mastered the art of descriptive words to improve my sexting skills
Got to work this morning and thought... Did I really dance on that pole last night
He wants to make me arch my back "like I'm having an exorcism". Not sure if I'm turned on or freaked out.
If sandwichs had dicks, my life would be complete
Here's an unsolicited pic of my tits, because you almost died last night.
I think the God that I only kind of believe in, definitely hates me.
I can't remember what I did last night, but judging from the state of my hair I had a pretty good time.
A true gentleman never tells. But yes, I did indeed get laid last night
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