The worlds most fuckable chipmunk
i fell asleep last night with fifteen animal crackers in my mouth. rock bottom dude.
My brain says no but my pants say off.
please. tell me to stop eating out of the trash.
the pool opens at 11. by 1115 the ambulance had been called.
I guess I gave him a 20 minute play-by-play of the first three sections of R. Kelly's 'trapped in a closet.'
judging by my wet hair I would guess I showered at the bartenders apt last night?
I'll be accepting presents in the forms of drinks, drugs, and orgasms. So any or all of those will be fine.
Well idk about you but my nose is all recovered for the weekend.
as much as i want to say no i cant cause i need the trophy wife training
I am more familiar with your toilet than I ever want to be with any appliance
One time she made a chronological chart for the guys she has given blow jobs to, I shit you not.
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
Sorry if that was awkward, i will never call you sober ever again
I'm going to blackout. I realize this
Randomize
