Marg and I just meaowed the nat anthem. I was tenor.
'm tripping baaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
New requirements. My future husband must have a nose ring and wear headbands.
We are no longer friends.
the roller ball on my blackberry is the closest i've come to touching a clit in 2 years.
I didn't cheat on him. Cheating means finding out. I made sure he was at work first. After the guy left I got shitfaced just so nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he came home.
So i just found out i replied to my room mates craigslist ad. Akward
She was wearing a "Got Beer" hat and your bed had necco wafers all over it the next morning. Another story for the grandkids.
She had a maple leaf tattoo behind her ear and told me she liked my "playoff beard".
Only in Canada would your laziness be applied to hockey and rewarded.
Oh I also wanted to thank you for leaving your list of porn sites on the coffee table. Very entertaining.
She twisted her ankle and paid a homeless guy for a piggy back ride home from the bar.
"Shots" of grape juice. I fucking hate Utah soooo fucking much.
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
DO IT, or I'll send you pictures of my hickey to remind you of your loneliness
At what point did you realize I was getting blown under the table during our dominos game?
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
I Never thought my late 30s would end up with me getting eaten out on a desk in the managers office of a lululemon, but I guess being a franchise owner has its perks!
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