i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
My balls are about to become a huge part of your mouth's life
They threw a beer at you on stage and then you stopped the karaoke and cussed everyone in the bar out for 2 minutes
saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
Yo, if someone calls you asking for John Stamos, just go with it.
I hurt. I blacked out in a onesie. Reevaluation needs to happen.
He lectured me about the dangers of drugs while wearing a sombrero and doing interpretive dance.
It's raining beautiful colors and I don't know what the fuck is going on
She who has the vag holds all the power. He will learn one way or the other.
I just had a fifteen minute conversation with a Raccoon by the garbage bin. I was feeding it chex mix.
I mean you would really have to try to not have fun at a party that doesn't require pants....
Just to clarify, I'm still tripping balls
On an unrelated note, I've come up with a theory of everything
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
sexting while watching Peter Pan the Musical! something just doesn't seem right here
How does it make you feel that I can't control my vagina around you?
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