I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
She was narrarating everything she did.. like while making toast.
The google font looked peculiar last night, but then up close I realized it was just dry vomit.
Don't be alarmed at the girl laying on your bathroom floor.
His idea of romance is drunkenly leaving me dead dandelions on my car in the middle of the night
I dont think I should be allowed to pick my own boyfriends anymore
okay when i look at this i can see it on the future news along with the headline "picture scandal involving senatorial candidate sexually harassing drunken idiot in what appears to be a pink room of pain"
Dude are you wearing a trashbag right now?....
I seemed to have misplaced my pants...
So nowhere in the dress code does it forbid me from showing up to City Hall in a gorilla suit to meet the mayor.
I'm sitting on my couch eating a bag of marshmallows and watching someone run bare ass down the street. What has happened to my life?
Say what you will, but only I can throw up on someone's door and make it look like art.
That's the last time I'm letting you drink that apple vodka
One more sleep until playoffs, Canucks are back this year, you bet your ass I'm going to uphold the tradition of being the 90 lb girl that fights every hairy ass Bruins fan at BWW.
I'm really tired of this guy walking his chicken in my neighborhood.
Currently eating a pop tart in my underwear waiting for the washer. Not one of my prouder moments.
He was a Cher impersonator. They are the draggest of queens
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