so the chest pain/shortness of breath/overdose guy we just took to tm hospital is now running down market street from the police in a gown holding his iv.
I think the sex offender registry is kind of a VIP list. You get to not live near noisy schools and parks and all your neighbors get to know you.
I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
Wine + wine + wine + wine + bud light = puke.
alright she left, finally time to fart up the room
I mean I woke up wearing my bathing suit which blows my mind
this ms. usa coverage has sucessfully humbled every girl here. depressed fish in a leaky barrel. go!
I told him to just roll me a blunt and put it in a heart shaped box.
I just spilled grey goose in my hair. You could say I keep it classy for the family Christmas parties.
Best case scenario I do a bunch of dirty things to you, blow your mind and you enjoy it. Worst case I stare at you, poke at you, smile and droll on myself, you laugh.
No seriously, I don't care if you just sucked God's dick. I have had a better Fat Tuesday than you
Long story short, I found someone who takes me seriously when I say I have a Shakespeare kink.
You have a husband. I have a bag full of electronics. This, is the single life.
When's the last time you had sex near some ducks?
tell me about the fingering
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