i'm sure there's a big cosmic reason for things working out the way they did. like, now you have awesome images to masturbate to.
pedialite and red bull = repair kit
so far i wrote 500 words for a paper on sean paul performing we be burnin..i can officially do anything on adderral
Despite fighting the urge to vomit throughout the whole thing, I think that interview went really well!
Highlight of the night was you walking into the men's room yelling "My husband is diabetic" and crawling under the stall to yell at me.
The cop actually kicked the bitches out of the cab so we could get ours. I flipped them all off as the door was shutting. That drunk.
You flew out of the bedroom, stole two Solo cups from the beer pong table, put them on your feet, clicked your heels together three times
You need to get laid. You spent last night stumbling through the club pulling couples apart and telling them to leave room for Jesus.
After fooling around at the hotel til dawn, I managed to feed her with my free buffet passes. Tastes like sweet victory.
Stay away a while longer.
Still not sure if they're cops or strippers.
WELL THEN WHAT DAY IS IT?!?! This whole having to choose between ruining my future and ruining my liver is totally killing my vibe
I can't sleep. Send Llama pictures.
After he finished he laid there and told me how much work that just was. I looked at him and told him not to ruin a good thing by opening his mouth.
So you're not opposed to us ever having sex again? Because it just seems like such a waste to let a penis like yours go.
Don’t worry I was with my ex husband for 10 years and he could never remember the year I was born, when our dating anniversary was or what year I graduated high school. But I still know that mother fuckers SSN lol
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