What are you doing?
High. Watching Billy Mays infomercials...
That guy could sell me cancer.
she told me that she was curious about how cum tasted. of course i left you.
the liquor store lady asked about three times if I was sure about buying two fifths of everclear. i told her I wanted to be on cops
if theres anything i pride myself on, its my ability to look homeless.
I think this breakup is Gods way of telling me I deserve a bigger dick
Ong my arms are moving wo my consent
i wish i could tell my students that all of their lessons plans were brought to them by captain morgan and diet coke. it's like seasame street, only for high schoolers being taught by a student teacher.
I would recommend NOT getting ass enhancement shots.
Finding out you're not a mother on Mother's Day >>>
a victory without nudity is not really a victory
Lots of tissues. Maybe pizza. Only time will tell. The stages of political grief.
I'm 80% sure I have pink eye. This is my penance for being a homewrecker.
So, I think think I left my underwear at your house. Well...not exactly your house but your roof.
But then our conversations are like black box recordings. Just the stuff you hear when the plane is going down
Pillow talk was a high five, this morning she made dinosaur muffins for the house. I love chapel hill
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