i learned a valuable lesson last night. sometimes nice girls finish first. twice.
its like playing clue every morning after we party. she did him in the kitchen with..oh god.
About to find out how well alcohol and lazer tag mix.
No, i went to get it done but the guy couldnt find it. exhibit A of why i wanted a clit piercing in the first place.
I was mixing candy canes and coors light and was in a great place.
I can feel my liver begging me to stop.
So much for doing Irish car bombs in my grandpa's memory.... Asshole.
My signature move is making guys wonder why they bothered in the first place
He drinks vodka like healthy people drink water and I wanted to have his adopted gay babies. That's all. I'm going to go find him and potentially propose.
Gays age differently than straights. 29 is like 45 in gay years. Next year I'll be in adult diapers and applying for medicaid.
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
It's cool dude. The dank is in the form of premade smores with honey grahm crackers, marshmallow cream and 420 brand choc. bars. NV weed laws have nothing on me.
If he doesn't give you the same feelings you get when the pizza guy arrives, he's probably not worth it.
well it was great until i saw his anime body pillow
Learned two new lessons today: 1) Do not identify pills found in one's car by taking them to see what happens, especially while at work, and 2) There is no logical reason to keep ambien in one's vehicle...
Randomize