Are you going to tell your therapist we boned?
vicodin is the reason why I believe in magic
The lesbians are drunkenly meowing in the hallway again. This is the shit I'll miss at home.
I feel like a great embryo-shaped weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
And you just kept trying to fit through the dog door and not drop Jello shots.
If I won't even leave the house for sex tonight. I definetly not going out for anything else.
Tonight will bring shame to my future grandchildren.
Well two things you gotta know if you're gonna live here. your alcohol tolerance is gonna need to go up, and people do blow. Get used to it. Nobody is gonna pressure you into it. That shits expensive
I don't remember what you were saying to me in the bathroom. But whatever it was, yes, because i remember nodding a lot.
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
Huh interesting. Well thats too bad. Did he catch on?
I doubt it. After sex he sat there naked until the episode of fresh prince (which had JUST started) was over.
I'm sure you can think of a way to make money.. God didn't give you boobs that awesome to waste them feeding your children..
He drunkenly stumbled over to me and told me my "crotch looks spectacular tonight"..... i think this could work
My serious response to your Cathy tattoo inquiry- Do you ever want to get laid by someone not wearing a Blossom style bucket hat? Tattoo accordingly.
His premature ejaculation problem is getting old.
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