You don't understand, Single Ladies is like the Don't Stop Believing of the gay community.
You should probably just propose to him the old fashioned way: sleep with him and get pregnant.
I'm going to fuck my way out of the friend zone if its the last thing I do
i remember introducing him to all my posters and making him be extra nice to frank sinatra and bob dylan before he fucked me
I'm too tired to go all the way tonight, especially if you're going to quote Katy Perry at me during
I have grass duct taped all over my body
Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face. Dick in my face.
I need to find out this kids work schedule. I need mustache rides on my lunchbreaks.
The words "me," "sober," and "new years eve" do not go together. Ever.
Ramen still too hot to eat. Eating it anyway. Stoner girls feel no pain
I met my future husband in an elevator. Think Hispanic version of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew from the Muppets, but with eyes like Michael Fassbender.
This is not my bathroom and these are not my pants
I don't give a shit if you judge. This isn't about you or anyone else. This is about me and my chicken tenders.
I thought you died. Don't forget it's burger night.
I'm fucked-out. That state of being high between fucked up and passed out.
Randomize
