Weren't you self-described as an 'arab' slut?
No?
Well my cheeks are red now
I was staring at you from my window across the quad. I wanted to let you know so it's not creepy
naighbors jacking off again. i swear its his friday night ritual, its like he knows the night wont be ending in his favor
he literaly had industrial grade plastic underneth his blankets
All I remember was yelling at him, "Its becasue of people like you that it took us so long to get to the moon!"
There are a bunch of guys at the door looking for the guy you brought back to the condo...pretended not to speak English. You're welcome.
Aww you are cute. With your penis. And failures.
I don't know what he did to me, but he did it wrong. I think my pelvis is broken. I cant even drive without it hurting. What. The. Fuck.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
He used the expression "my couch is your couch" as a come on line.
Just to an Octoberfest and a sex party. Nothing wild.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
How did I pull off convincing everyone that my name is Dad? Maybe they were just distracted by my boobs.
Look, if a guy shows up at your house. He's short, name is Logan, has weird vertical hair, let him in, give him food, and a place to stay. He's on a ver important mission. And I am he. as he is me and we are all together. And we are the eggman, goo goo gajoob.
How do you politely tell someone to get out of your house in Russian
Randomize
