yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
And I wrote a rap so it was actually a productive afternoon minus not paying our bills.
He doesn't need to speak English. He needs to speak sex.
I would call you but I don't feel like these hands belong to me.
he was too drunk to climb up my loft. i owe my beating teen pregnancy to four pieces of steel
Dude, she got on top of me, grumbled in a low voice "I'm going to make you remember me", and then farted.
Sorry about all of the penis things that happened last night.
You were drunk it couldn't have been that bad
I've never been drunk enough to enjoy getting a blister on my dick.
I really like your cover photo on fb that looks cool
In case birth mom friends me back, thought I should make it less drunk looking.
Now all I want to do is stay up, drink wine, and look at dragons.
I'll just give him your contact info, and you'll somehow manage to get laid. Which will make me feel like your vagina's agent or something.
it's a rainbow of FUCK YOU
last time we were there you stole a tap from the toilets. How are you confused that your bag is full of baubles you clearly can't stop collecting their furnishings
Hooked up with another cop last night. Think I am renaming my vagina "dispatch"
You're an adult now and it's your vagina. You should do what it or you wants.
Randomize