I just saw a kid walk into class with his dad. Fuck his life.
Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
So, I picked up my 7 ft tall lamp post and used it to close my door. I feel quite accomplished.
You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
its cute though when you google his name more than one mug shot comes up from different states
Not my man #1 and if he likes it then he should put a title on it. Till then the gates of hell. Aka my vagina are open for entrance.
He tried to take a picture of me naked but only got my ass. I don't know his name but if my butt is a guys wallpaper, that's the one I boned.
He told me he felt like he was just pistol-whipped by Testicle Man.
I threw up in bed last night and tried cleaning it with oldspice and baby powder
I think I'm at a stage of my life where I subconsciously purposefully fuck everything up just to see if I can find a way out of it.
I mean my dick does have feeling again, which is a step in the right direction
Visions of polite missionary are dancing in my head right now kinda and it alarms me
My roommate just threatened to kill me with my own pan. Can I ever get away from the crazies?!
Thanks a lot dude. I'm grateful to you for your gift of pure piss.
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
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