Dear tim. Christina farted and it smells like kid roses.
Still at the library. i hate tax accounting so much that i've started calling it potions...
Out of ice. Vodka+club soda+cut up lime popscicle=I'm an alcoholic genius.
Well.. considering he unknowingly dated a prostitute, I consider myself the winner in that break up.
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
There was a community pot of Ramen, and if you were in the pool you were either fully clothes or ass naked.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
I am not exagerating when I say the thought "screw you future me" actually just went through my head
View of Vancouver Bay is obscured though the greasy hand prints from fucking against the window. Tip maid well.
He had to put the child locks on the windows so you would stop screaming at random boys
its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight
The best thing about this time of year is that all I have to do is add a random mardi gras decoration to my cart full of alcohol and boom, no more judging
Also I ordered a dildo and I'm not sure if I want it still, so there might be a free dildo in your future
Laying on my driveway in my pajamas in the sun having my severe hangover cigarette, and the daycare house across the street is having playtime in the yard! I believe I'm currently being what's known as a "bad example!"
I have no idea what happened last night but I sobered up whilst showering with a mop.
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