i think of them as a grilled chicken salad and a fried chicken biscuit. obviously Amy is better for me, but when i'm eating her all i can think about is how much better the blonde must taste.
she said shes getting her period tomorrow so she wants to have sex now. i didnt object. it would have been heartless.
ofcourse you didnt.
it's not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.
I have to date her. We need a place to stay when we go tailgating.
I don't remember much of half-time. I do remember climbing onto the roof of the fraternity and telling people I was going to stargaze in French.
He called me on my way to the bathroom and told me he wanted to hear me pee my beers out... That. Drunk.
he also bled all over my floor. unrelated to cats but true nonetheless.
Maybe if he'd step up his game and get a real job instead of donating plasma and trying to grow pot then you wouldn't feel compelled to write prisoners in Oregon.
Also, being stuck with my family all week has made it very clear that I need to be drunk and I need to be fucked pronto
MY TITS ARE PERFECTLY CALM.
She is carving a little coffin out of some wood for her hamster that died. I'm flying home tonight.
Tomorrow is my bachelor party. If I die tomorrow, please know I graded you a "check" as a sister. "Check-minus" when you got mouthy.
so after 3 days of looking i found the keg...looks like somebody tried burying behind the garage
a day off where I don’t get laid would be worthless
But you''re still having sex with him. And a hobo convinced you to.
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