im surounded by vag. Like smog aound LA, i am suffocating in an atmosphere of pussy
It was like his mom forgot to breastfeed him and he was making up for lost time.
Then you jumped off your bed with your arms outstretched, yelled "I'm Goliath, watch out New York!" and then began singing the Gargoyles theme song as you 'soared' around your room.
Don't be ridiculous, the Gargoyles theme song has no words. How could I sing that mess?
You just started going "da da da da da! da da da da da! DA DA!!" then going "swoosh" as you glided about.
I ate a lot of your sunchips. I mean a lot. Like 4 to 5 bags.
you know you were refereeing rock paper scissors for who got to make out with your sister right?
I had a terrible day! The only thing that makes me feel better is knowing Jack Bauers day was worse.
You kept telling me to "raw dog" your take home breathalyzer without the mouthpiece
I think im drinking tonight later on...which is good cuz i walked pass the liquor aisle the other day and i swear i heard a kid call me a pussy
I'm not going to need your "it doesn't mean you're a slut" pep talk after all.
No, my body just knows its the weekend and wants to rage. Very different from alcoholism
The yard is growling at me WHAT DID U GIVE ME?
Fair warning, if I start singing "Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced" at any point tomorrow, just go with it
Kinda sad when you get home on a Sunday morning and the paper guy HAND DELIVERS the newspaper to you...,
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
It's become almost a Pavlovian response. The sound of the vacuum being run by hubby causes an instantaneous involuntary orgasm.
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