i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
DO NOT FUCK HIM ON MY BEAN BAG CHAIR
It's called penis withdraw. Or alcoholism. I get them confused these days.
I'm trying to think of how to explain to the dentist tomorrow that I think I pulled my jaw muscle eating pizza while drunk.
Suuuuuuper drunk and just sang fuck her gently to the chiminea. I'm in bad shape.
ttyl tear gas
The only thing I accomplished today was naming the bag of wine I've been drinking
Its everclear night, yall need carbs in your body!
So stoned i forgot i was in bed
You are a lesbian wizard with red hair. You are willow
I just had to pick up my "let's drink and make bad choices" hat, my banana suit and beer pong table from work. Until just then I couldn't figure out why I got fired.
So, no matter what happens today, hold on to this. At least you're not naked under your ex husband's trench coat being stopped by the police who also work with your ex husband. Long story. Actually, not a long story. That's it.
Too much dab too little lung dying šµšµšµ
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