Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
On the bright side since it was a Tuesday you weren't even in jail for the long! that could've been worse!
I had to ask him for the scissors while I was in the shower. My hood piercing was stuck in my loofah.
There was a stripper pole on the party bus. Was being past tense because some fat chick somehow tore it from the ceiling while grinding
Doing laundry, just found a knob off your stove in my pants pocket. I don't know.
I think my hand is broken. But his nose definitely is
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
It looks like a tornado ripped through our living room and scattered clothes everywhere.
Count the bras. It was a category 3 whorenado ... I convinced the lesbians to come back to the apartment for a bottle of wine.
The important thing is not that we avoid making mistakes, but that we avoid learning from them.
Got stuck at my fwb place for three days because I decided sex was more important than my safety in the weather. Worth it.
Well I either feel like the fat girl or very accomplished because his bed is now broken in three places
God if that man would just have sex with me every time I got mad life would be so much easier...
You were dancing to the Bee Gees, at 3am, with a piece of ham on your head. Moral of the story, You can't drink.
She wanted to get out of there before you guys woke up so she wouldn't let me find my underwear. Lol So I apologize to whoever finds that in your room.
1. Everyone on the 1st and 3rd floor heard you. 2. The 3rd floor vibrates when we have sex. 3. The 1st floor can hear the bed squeak.
Randomize
