and im sitting here waiting for them to work on my car. in a room full of men. that are too old for me. its like a sausage fest nightmare...
He just went up to bed, still drunk from last night, carrying a pear, a pipe, and an unopened bottle of wine. I think he'll be fine.
i dont feel like going...you don't know how much work goes into getting my whore on
Ryab! Make hr wtop. Mshe make sme speee. I don want to pee. I want sev. He was so igbad. Redpo.
You're a college freshman. Its your job to be pathetic. And drunk. But mostly pathetic
I'm eating a piece of cake like an apple. At least my thought process is healthy.
Well, my breasts are swollen and I cried about the Iditarod. But I say PMS until proven pregnant.
My taste buds are fucked up, everything tastes like fire after last night.
AND WHAT FELONIES DID I MISS OUT ON WHILE SLUMBERING!?
Starting this Monday as I always do
With a desperate plea for help
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
If you fold the laundry; booze and orgasms on me.
decided to jump from one of the levels of the Westin chicago Nortghwest. it was worth the broken legs.
He was calculating the number of ceiling tiles when I was on top it was fucking rain man.
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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