My dream in life is to scissor with Ellen. I don't care if I've got a dick. I'll make it work.
I'm skeptical of all drag queens.
I have my period so I felt bad and blew him with cash cab in the background. I wanted to yell out the answers but my mouth was full.
nothing as in nothinggggg kills the mood for me is when a girl with 4 cm nipple hair
he showed up at my house with a hand-stiched sweater that said "girlfriend?"
Just when you think you're never going to have sex again, BOOM you're naked in bed with a guatemalan
I want him to be my next love. So I'm taking it slow
As in ill only blow him next week
At least I cut out the pieces of your hair where I braided gum into it last night. Thank me later.
She is singing the swedish chef song and throwing utensils. I love this place
stuck in a tree...bring a ladder. also my arm might be broken. no questions are allowed.
It feels like my uterus is trying to crawl out of my ass wearing cleats. And yourself?
You were convinced you would hurt my car if you opened the door. Then you barfed in the pretzle bucket Peter gave you
And he came all over himself. At least he didn't ruin my new lulus.
Actually though that could've been bad.
so, i guess i gotta chill on showing up to work hungover... someone anonymously left a bible in my work mailbox (no one else got one)
so i just realized the reason you didn't answer my call last night is because the remote isn't a phone.
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