so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
My hand is eating my burrito and not saving any for my mouth. TRIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPINN!
I probably wouldn't hook up with him if I had to deal with more than his penis. i think cumulatively we are up to a minute of actual conversation this week.
I know I'm all grown up when I don't have to take my pregnancy test in the store bathroom anymore.
I cant leave dude. theres a horse with a top hat on
I never had a problem I couldn't slut my way out of.
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
I was in a house full of lesbians and they were all staring at me. I felt like the last cresent roll on Thanksgiving.
Man, only now that I'm single is it painfully obvious that I have zero booty calls in waiting. This could be a cold winter
hot boxing the bathroom at chili's. where the fuck are you, it's too big of a box for just one person.
to instagram or to not instagram the picture i took of when i shit in the urinal
Why isn't there a super hero that comes to the aide of really high kids when they kill their car battery?
Her handjob consisted of slapping me in the balls. I am never hooking up with her ever again ever.
I think he may actually care that I call him slampiece instead of his real name. Who knew he had feelings?
Clearly the Stanley Cup Finals good luck hand job IS necessary. You let the whole team down.
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