I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i just threw up ON my final. epic way to end the semester.
Like reprimanding the wall for "sneaking up on me" drunk
in mid cry she says "I can be a whore if I want to"
It never fails.. every time I have a dick in my mouth he calls me.
she literally hasn't taken the mardi gras beads off in three days. she showered in them. TWICE.
Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
uhh when the x-ray tec was moving your head you licked his hand and meowed.. i think he knew you weren't sober
Okay. thanks for sacraficing your body and risking aids for our snowcone business.
I can't even remember the last time I took my own pants off
I know how to make vodka btw in case you want to come over and do a science project
If he shows up in a "mount n dew" me shirt im throwing him to the lesbians
I think my staff loses a little bit of respect for me every time you're in town. I may have to puke at work ...again.
I brought her cheeseburgers and tequila but she's still mad at me.
I have to stop at Sheetz to put my bra back on before I meet you hold on
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