Dude stop singing. Your life is not an episode of fucking glee
Eating hibachi. The chef is squirting sake into my mouth with a ketchup bottle. Happened twice, more to come.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
It's alarming how good I'm getting at being productive at work on Thursday after Johnny Walker Wednesdays.
you kept telling everyone how your ninja turtle shell also functioned as a backpack
She nearly killed the mood when she said "Don't cum on my spray tan"
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
I said we should get a taxi and you were waving down cars, three of which were cops and one of them slowed down and shook his head then kept driving
He didn't think we needed a taxi
I've actually, minus lsat night have actually changed my drinking habits
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
So after taking my shirt off, he pulls my bra off like a hockey jersey. FUCKIN PRO. Guy knew what he wanted.
I had to bail out of the tour de Franzia because I have class Saturday morning. Grad school is ruining my life
I threw my shoes out of frustration and walked home barefoot... can you help me find my shoes in the morning
so I'm walking to my last final while opening my giant red bull and i look over to my right and the guy beside me had one too and was looking back at me. without missing a beat he pulls out a bottle of jager, pours half in mine, half in his and goes "cheers"....i'm not even mad i probably failed my final
Well I only snuggle him I don't hump him. That's rude.
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