I really love her but I don't think I can go the rest of my life without anal.
I wonder why dictionaries dont have indexes to help find the words easier.
Pants on the Ground is the theme song of my life
you know you go to a catholic school when you are rollin a joint with matthew 14:1-12
He violated my cat. I was not impressed.
I swear it started with good intentions but then my slutty side took over and we started playing strip checkers
The thing is you're all "holy crap this isn't nearly as bad as I thought pissing on my own face would be."
I hope making "real" money at your "real" job is worth it because you totally missed beer and dorrito mac n cheese tuesday.
the whole "pretend to be sober/pull it together for my family" thing really blew up in my face when i threw up into my pillowcase.
I mean Grimace is basically just a big piece of purple shit and he is loved way more than the hamburglar just to put it into perspective
The only thing he had going for him was mad fingering skills. the ONLY thing. crayons have a wider circumference.
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
Just remember: We don't tell our English professor about our fetishes unless she specifically asks about them.
He’s 48, has a Prince Albert piercing and a white Range Rover
It was some weird herd predator-evasion instinct. All 15 of us took off running in different directions, and the two cops just stood there, perplexed. They had no idea who to chase.
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