i'm transferring to degrassi. i don't care that it's severely canadian. classes are five minutes long, there's no actual work and you can get oot of class whenever you want to go have a dramatic scene with someone in the hall
It's not weird mascara. I just have puke crusted on my eyelashes.
I feel like vodka or no vodka, you'd still be trying to button your cat into your comforter
I'm sorry. I know you didn't expect me to be arm deep in vagina when you walked through the door.
I think I'm coming down now. I almost started crying because I lost a piece of paper.
It's just my hair. It brings natural happiness. Like goldfish, big boobs, and milkshakes.
I promise it'll work. Just go there and keep the lights off and keep saying blaowww. She'll think your me.
As an added bonus, you will have a "25 blowjobs a month" voucher, expiring thirty days after the first initial bj.
Please write a memoir and name it "Game Boy and Dick Stuff"
Nothing quite like walking through a spider web on your way back in from smoking to fuck up a perfectly good high.
Where are you and why are you fighting with a bird?
Honestly, the only reason I've been productive today was because I ended up organizing my apartment while searching for my vibratory charger.
so all I remember is hig-fiving the cop and then sprinting away. considering I'm not in jail, I count that as a win.
when i was on the highway she passed out and knocked my transmission into nuetral with her forehead...that was an experience
Can you please bring the nipple sombrero up?
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