I've had that scene from "Parenthood" where Rick Moranis' character is singing "Close To You" to his wife in classroom, stuck in my head all morning.
I guess my mind is just wondering whatever happened to Rick Mornais.
You answered the door when the cops arrived with a beer in one hand and a pillowcase over your head yelling "GAGA, OOH LA LA!"
Staying in I think. Boyfriend has domesticated me. I'm making eggs naked right now. Also really high.
The amount of my urine my roommate has consumed after I found out he's been eating my food almost offsets how angry I am
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
I went to the haunted house just to see her - Hello new fetish!
And then we made hashbrowns with vodka and queso.
I went to look at my notes for my take home final and all I had written was 'you're on E. You won't remember a damn thing anyway.'
By early evening I was shouting at the deeply Christian girl to suck my dick inbetween snorting lines of gatorade powder.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
I think I'm still high. And I definitely still smell like lobster, so there's that
I can't be held responsible for another man's penis.
I just want to feed you taquitos and play with your boner and live happily ever after
I think I kinda scared him when I tried to wrap his snake around his dick while he was trying to nap.
Im getting out of handcuffs then i'll give you a call
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