no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
you really are a gigantic fucking slut.
sidenote: just remembered sarcasm does not translate through text
it's probably a bad thing that i wasn't even offended, huh?
was it mean of me to chase him screaming "DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!"?
That's what happens when you let Keystone Light make your decisions.
Let's face it. We both have sexy parts. Why not have them touch?!
It's one of the many facets of my drunken alter egos. I'm like substance abuse batman.
So did u puke in his bathroom or all over his Olympic medals? Please say medals...
We attempted to microwave fifteen corndogs in the microwave and may have ruined it. Also there were fake mustaches on all of his appliances...he said he doesn't like drunk me.
I can't relate, I like my boobs roaming free like a wild animal, and I occasionally let them devour small children
New low reached: a cockroach has actually drowned itself in our dirty dishes. We are heathens. Cleaning dance party tonight. No excuses.
There's an owl outside. I feel like he's hooing directly at me.
I've found my soulmate with the cardboard Dos Equis man.
he came during what was supposed to be the foreplay blowjob. there goes my evening.
my liver is dry heaving
How dare you not respond to me after opening up a picture of my bare breasts
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