So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
I didn't join FB to see my only child straddle that boy in all her pictures.
you kept eating the heads off the gummy bears and screaming 'euthanized!'
May God have mercy on my new vibrator.
she reminds me of the kind of girl who'd fuck in church if you asked. I can dig it.
slowly transforming into a stationary lump of steel. how can you tell me that was JUST weed
and now there are teeth marks on my dick.
She didn't even ask about the dinosaur pinata in my trunk. Like at this point I think these are the things she expects from me
Im going to hell in a hand basket. With a ribbon tied to my head. I'll be like a puppy for the devil.
dreams really do come true on the roof and drinking again
Sober now. I'm really glad I didn't try to make out with that guy who has a pregnant fiance
He's not messing around tonight. 4 fist pumps.
But seriously I don't know. I haven't seen her since I gave her back her 3 blind mice stick, and she just started hitting everybody with it.
I want your attention. I want your attention in the form of your penis inside my vagina.
BITCH IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY AND I'M STARTING ON A FISHBOWL OF LIQUOR WITHOUT YOU
I read that out. Group response is "Katie is hard as fuck."
WITH MOTHERFUCKING MONKEY MITTENS
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