I thought of you while cleaning the forehead prints off my glass doors.
We're playing fucking games. GAMES. THIS IS BULL SHIT. IM GOING TO THROW UP ON THE BABIES AND LEAVE.
Everything was yummy and fruit flavored and five alive and happymeas.
Well my friend Jon slept on the couch and I slept next to my cooked lean pocket on the carpet
I'm drunk, we're losing, and I'm in the visitors stands. This is about to get ugly.
My brain is like scrambled eggs. If scrambled eggs were trying to escape out of my skull through my forehead.
The last time I went to Vegas and the sun started to rise, my copilot went home with her nipples pierced.
I found a blow up pig at an adult store. He will have to fuck that on video if he wants anal. Also, I bought a pair of clear high heels. Tell your brother I love him.
Can't decide if this guy is hot or if I'm just bored.
Sex is clearly the solution either way.
We joked about how funny it would be if he got pulled over with 300 breakfast burritos in hus car. We walk outside of the school just as the police lights turn on and pull him over
I know I've never told you this before.. but Gyro sauce makes everything okay.
Also, full disclose I puked in a fruit barrel box
I've never had sex that lasts this long though. It's ridiculous. I feel like I need a Gatorade and a sweatband and a sub.
dont know what thebfuxk is in rhat shit, but dont lemme have antmore
There’s a child, alone, sitting on a picnic table out there, making bird noises
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