Then she called me a home wrecking whore.
dont they live in a condo? that doesnt count.
You need Jesus. Or a midol and a snickers. Whichever.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
she's telling me all about the love triangles of her sims. you tell me how it's going.
she peed on how many people?
I made him drop me off at the wrong house waited for him to leave and crawled through several fences so he couldnt stalk me. How was your night?
We lit firecrackers from NYE in the fireplace and he was so passed out that he slept through it.
The Vegas crew is in two groups, Team Vodka and Team Fireball. There is no winner in this.
I woke up on the dog bed, bottle of alcohol still in hand and my thong was hanging off the family portrait.... Yikes
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
Because I'm sitting in a bath of my own wisdom and drowning my sorrows in coconut rum
RAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR
THATS ME HOWLING MY ENJOYMENT OF THE THINGS WE CAN DO WHILE GETTING DRUNK
Your youporn search history says otherwise.
Oh man I missed being single! Two different guys just sent me dick pics during my kid’s little league game.
I guess it's too forward to greet him with a blow job?
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