Sponge bath it is.
After last night's events, I googled "how to change your life direction." I found a really helpful ehow.com article.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
What do you think it is?
It's a boy. I know it. She always manages to have a cock inside her somehow.
I woke up to a bag of pies and a lot of questions
I have sand in every orifice, there are bruises everywhere, and I smell like a distillery. I love summer.
Apparently he's into classy girls that wear sweaters and don't throw up on him when they go out.
god it feels good to gold a bottle of opiates again.
I think that typo was actually more appropriate than what you intended.
Got cut off last night cuz this chick had her hands down my shorts and was blatantly playing with my dick while I was trying to order. apparently that's "frowned upon"
Wow it must be so difficult to be as popular as you are and smoke as much weed as you do
There is someone out there for you right now. And we will find her. Or him. Her. Her, we'll start with tits.
So like if I threw up in my purse is that "don't ever show your face in public again" worthy or just slightly frowned upon
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
So the girl I met at the bar last night came home with me. Played with my puppy. And left.
The closest thing I've had to an orgasm lately is sneezing nonstop from fucking allergies.
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