I just saw a homeless man with a cat on a leash. reminded me of you.
Tortellini makes me feel like I'm eating hundreds of little vaginas
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
we made it to hole 3 and then just sat down on the fairway and finished off our case....cheered on other golfers as we let them play through.
Oh we're fine. I made her a "sorry I peed on you" omelet.
If you feel like laying around and watching a movie, that's where I'll be for the next several hours not moving, blaming others, and generally feeling sorry for myself.
Partial kegs from last night are currently in my bathtub, which leads me to 2 questions: 1. What are you doing tonight? 2. Can I use your shower?
He's carved the words "SLAM STATION" into his headboard...
I'm ok. I've got the pantsless-with-dignity thing down pat
You can wear anything you want
So... Naked it is then
do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
I never thought I'd say this but there's too many dicks around here.
All I could think about was how many vaginas had been on the toliet that I was pukin in
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