similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
I just threw up a christmastime peep. I am literally already sick of the holidays.
there's got to be a less slutty way to tell him the baby isn't his
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
Now there are nude photos of that bangin hot Russian spy chick...this is officially the best scandal ever.
Yeah go get her. And don't bring her clothes I want her to walk back in her Christmas stocking dress. Take pictures.
I feel like you pissing on my ping pong table isn't something to be proud of.
I caught him with his head in the spinach bag this morning. He was laughing demonically saying, "i love spinach, yes I do."
Well for starters the people who just made my burger at the grab and go just told me to "hang in there"
An don't say it's "personal preference" cause I don't buy it. I just want to have normal cool guy balls. I don't want to be the dude that's still rocking the equivalent of the "mid 90's bowl cut" of scrotum haircuts.
I saved him in my phone as "Well-Hung Burrito Savior." I love Taco Tuesday.
He had a cruise ship of a dick and I need to set sail on that ocean again
She rode me like a jockey on that tiny couch. Then we spooned.
Is it disrespectful or patriotic to pole dance on an american flag pole?
Right before he dumped me... he got a really ugly pair of pants. They were twill pants. A pinkish color. When I'm sad... I picture him in them. It makes me smile.
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