I feel like ignoring a facebook event is a lot like a pocket-veto. The only difference is instead of opposing legislation, I don't want to go to your sketchy party.
I swallowed your vile semen and you don't know what color my fucking eyes are!?
He just said "I made some changes in my life. The male g-spot is in the rectum and I wanted to explore that."
There's a group of australian girls next to me. can't take them seriously. think they are going to turn into mr g
It's like Facebook knows when I'm about to masturbate and tells me to reconnect with exes.
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
we are playing family charades. my sister pointed at me. everyone guessed alcoholic.
He hid IN a snowbank for 2 hours waiting for me to come home. This game has to stop before someone dies.
she demanded that I make her breakfast too so im in the bathroom cooking bacon with her straightener
He's going to let me keep his bowl in my car. Does that make us Facebook official?
my vagradar is going off.. it smells a soldier
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
I LOVE YOU NO MATTER HOW MANY BALLS YOUVE SUCKED
I'm ashamed and embarrassed. Unless we get drunk and have random sex with people we will never see again we might lose ourselves.
Some small part of me hopes I'm on the probationary list because of seeing the Dean at that fetish party.
Randomize
