y-o-u-r-e = you are, y-o-u-r = your. you are a bag of douche not your bag of douche. if you're going to insult me at least do it in proper english. that is all.
Do the low cut shirt test. If he stares at your tits even in front of your brother, he's down.
last night we were having sex and i didn't care if i got off. i was just holding up my hand behind his head so i could look at my new ring. i think he knew.
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
Like I said I'm looking on the bright side. The bright side just happens to be filled with penis attached to hot marines
omg i met someone at the bar who sells hair feathers. that are long. saved in my phone as "haiirs deather"
I told him I had AIDS after he bit me. His dad cried. I think I just ruined the little guy's 3rd birthday, but he had in coming.
I crawled out his bedroom window, forgetting he lives in a split level and there is a 10 foot drop back there. I had to text him to come help me I twisted my ankle.
He tried to tell me that he could handle his liquor better than "all the bitches in this town." AS HE THREW UP. ALL. OVER.
But in today's society it's frowned upon not to wear pants in public.
My ladyscape is the envy of many and the shangrila of few. I will display it proudly.
Nothing says "class act" like eating acid in the middle of a Buffalo Wild Wings
side note: on a scale of 1-10, how bad an idea is it to hook up with 9 cats guy?
Would love to dress up in respectable attire and take you out somewhere nice and then do disgusting crude things in public
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
You walked around in your costume going up to every guy saying "I'm a squirrel, give me your nuts"
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