just dropped my bong into 7 pieces, and carried the glass shards around my house. dad saw the blood dripping down my arms, and asked if i slit my wrists. way too high to laugh at this.
Please fuck him. And then let me tell her. And then let me protect you from the knife she pulls from her Ed Hardy purse. Please.
Ok, so for future reference, in Rome, "piano bar" means "brothel".
I want you to come here and listen to her climax and then tell me how funny you think it is.
I wish you would always start your sentences with "speaking of my clit..."
You destroyed the landscape if my vagina FOREVER.
I'm so hungover that if we go to panera, I'll probably get a bread bowl to throw up in.
Please come and rip my uterus out before it does it itself
That was like a fiery explosion of flailing arms and wonderful passion
I'm pretty sure I did the Macarena with a gay guy while shot gunning a beer
My vagina loves me do-dah do-dah my vagina loves me do-dah do-dah
I picture you throwing your vagina around in the same fashion that they pass out candy at a parade.
and i do believe that will be the last time you send me a photograph of our mother in her underwear.
I'm gonna celebrate Valentines day by watching Bob Ross videos and tripping balls.
And I got shut down by a ginger. It was a weird night
She'd probably like you more if you'd stop fucking her husband.
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