i fuckib htae you, you church bitch.
so today I found out that she used to be a he....
are you gonna get a divorce?
you never know, standards drop, they turn gay, shit happens.
The boys in front of me put beer, red plastic cups, ping pong balls, lighterfluid, and twelve packs of pantyhose on the conveyor belt. Whatever drinking game they're playing, I want a part in.
New term. "Find a husband" fridays. It's like thirsty thursdays, but with a dowry.
Not sure. No solid plans. Just tanning nude.
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
The best revenge is living well. Or pooping in his sunroof. Either or
I think my vagina has grown over, not unlike earring holes when not used in a long amount of time.
But here's the wonderful thing about us. It's us. You could invite me over, get really wasted and end up sleeping with someone else and id be there in the morning to take you to breakfast.
plus there's no nice way to tell a guy you physically hate the shape of their cock.
How do you explain to a guy that he's like a little puppy dog that you play with, but then leave at the shelter to go home to your German Shepard?
Would you like season tickets to my vagina?
Jesus Christ. If I were a normal sex-having person, I'd think I was knocked up. I'm cycling through emotions like I'm in a decathlon to crazy.
WE HAVE WINE WHERE ARE YOU GUYS WE ARE BY THE GIANT EAGLE
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