a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
You kept calling me your small dog last night.
I just packed a bowl in my room and use glad press n' seal to cover it so it wouldn't dump out in my pocket .
Apparently, I woke up in the middle of the night, got up out of bed, dropped trou in the corner, squatted, and pissed on the carpet. When Eric heard, he thought it was the dog and started yelling, and I responded by saying "No no, its okay. It's me."
If I refrain from fucking my manager, I'm going to reward myself by fucking that guy from the photo department.
She just told me she's too full for a reach-around. Sad.
Despite what happened tonight, Im still expecting Jesus birthday sex
yeah they are definitely having sex in that car. joe just yelled through the window telling them to do the "titanic hand print thing"
Nope, I'm sticking to passive aggressive punishments. Like mismatching his socks and cumming on his leather couch. OCD is so wonderful.
No, he's ok. He just broke his teeth on the stripper pole. No biggie.
Casually brushing the Bacardi out of my hair. It's a good time to ponder regretting everything that happened last night.
Not a clue. But I did find out that his penis has a British accent.
She once gave me sex advice over the phone while intoxicated. So no you don't have the cooler therapist.
Wait also totally unrelated but can horses sit down?
I just tried to picture one and I don't think they can cause I can't envision it
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
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