Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
Omg. Never. Take a laxative the day you are going on. A date.
she fell down the flight of stairs and was fine until she saw the two broken beer bottles on the ground by her.
thats a woman
Found my new morning breakfast spot. Hospital cafeteria. Nobody asks questions, they just assume shit went downnn
Is it bad that I stopped wanting to fuck her as soon as I noticed she had dry skin?
I sometimes completely doubt that you're straight.
My nipple rings set off the metal detector at the courthouse this morning.
When his Irish accent comes out my uterus hums. Or some productive organ down there, I'm not sure of the logistics
His morals are debatable, but his heart or perhaps his penis is in the right place.
His penis is crooked. Right place? Maybe he starts there, but then he slants.
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
I rolled joints beforehand. Lit a candle. Ghetto rigged taping the 40's on my hands and then lit the joint using the flame of the candle.
I'm so proud of your modern ingenuity
Discovery: bouncers seem to get really upset about fire
I think my body is a cloud. This mixture of things is heavenly. Dare was wrong, drugs are awesome.
It's just not St. Patrick's Day until someone pukes on your panties.
I asked him if we could have sex sometime and he sent me a three page long text about his feelings for me. that's the only possible situation I've ever run into where a "k" response would have been more appropriate.
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
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