I wish i could make my toaster dance like they do in the second ghostbusters. But i dont have ectoplasmic goo. Or a toaster.
So I was throwing up in this fancy toilet at a party last night, when he decided it would be funny to flush it. It was a beday. I had to walk out with toilet water and regurgitated rumpleminze all over my face and shirt.
Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
That was around the time you tried to kick me out for being rude to your fish.
He was just laying on the stairs and then screamed, "Is that a clubhouse?" I haven't seen him since
Going out so taking the 2nd 1/2 of beer w/ me ont'tube in a Pringles tube. I give money to people on the street that have more self respect.
We need to make boob twerking a thing. I feel like that's why vine was invented
it's always good to have a friend that's a hairdresser, a massage therapist, maybe throw in a lawyer just in case, and always have a friend on food stamps
I pulled up iMessage on my computer and I'm pretty sure two people in my class saw that dick pic you sent. Sorry!
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.
It's hard not to feel like a terrible person with bruises on your tits.
Every day I wake up and there is no spectacular morning wood waiting for me I get so sad.
Do you have any idea how awkward it was to type ‘dog twerking’ into google search? Because I don’t think you do.
What's a professional way to say get your shit in gear?
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