if you google earth my address you can see me getting out of my car. finally my moment of being famous
I just realized last night I drunk-bought a flight to Florida for this weekend...kinda torn between the price and the potential of awesomeness
I vote intervention dinner around 6, make up movie around 7:30ish, then apology drinks all night. Then hangover waffle house in the morning.
At the end of the night you handed the bartender a piece of paper with the word "VISA" written on it.
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
OH YEAH AND FORGOT TO THANK YOU FOR THE lack of WARNING THAT HE WASN'T CIRCUMSIZED.
If we laid all the dicks that's have been inside of us end to end it would be as tall as 4 story building. 40 feet of dicks.
Sorry. Not doing life today. Love to. But can't.
all a girl really needs is a few good pair of leggings and a drug dealer that delivers.
I need a nap, Harry Potter movies, and dick in this exact order after work.
I want to be "performing a disservice to society by actually wearing clothes in public" hot.
He has started theming his dick pics. I have one he sent his duck has a sombrero on. Another a Barbie is riding it.
But for real though. That weed tastes like the jolly laughter of Santa Claus.
I'm discussing Magic Mike with my mom and totally get why she thinks I'm gay.
Well it was okay until he pinned my arms over my head and I found the loaded pistol tucked behind the bed... THIS IS WHY WE DON'T FUCK BOYS IN MONTANA ANYMORE
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