no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
How much explanation does bbqsexapalooza need?
According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant.
I swear this girl is like a Cross between Danny Devito and Anne Heche....the Lesbian Years.
She gave me a foot massage with her tongue. I think we're both scarred for life.
He paid me to blow him while doing a handstand. Does that make me a whore or just a budding gymnast?
I want to apologize but I don't know how. Do I just say "sorry for OD'ing on your couch"? I think that just sounds weird.
Whenever you feel bad about your life, just remember the time I tried to swim while high and thought for a minute I was genuinely drowning
Hey, I didn't ask that stripper to put her unds in my mouth, it was just covered by the plus package fee I ordered.
He wants me to have his first child. So that makes four gay men that've called dibs on my eggs.
There should be a rule. If your dick is under 6 inches, you are not allowed to dress as Thor.
Everyone was in the walk-in getting high, and I had to be all cool. Serving soup and salads. Night manager status doesn't pay enough.
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
Oh dear God, they have a song about Mom...
I never thought I'd be on my couch watching Star Trek, getting my tits rubbed while crying.
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