Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
your room smells of hookers.
And success
I hope that the reason I've been psycho on him is that I'm pregnant and not just psycho.
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
You just begged me to mute the porn and watch her ass bounce while listening to dubstep the whole time.
I demand visitation hours with the duck.
unfortunetly they frown upon drunk on duty paramedics
Apparently you need a permit for a flamethrower.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
Seriously I can't get a booty call for some baked goods.
Because it's not worth it. And there is no nice way of saying "sorry, you're not good enough at sex for me to drive 45 mins"
Riddle me this: How does one check in at the Marriott, but wake up at the W?
I'm sitting at my kitchen table alone dressed as a dinosaur smoking bowls in the dark. Is this rock bottom? Or is this living the dream? Who's to say
Your dad was just slow dancing with the priest and holding a beer. Classic
dont ever go to laser tag drunk. you will be judged.
Randomize
