Mind blown. Apparently, it's PRErogative, not PERogative. I blame Bobby Brown.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
After she swallowed she let out a hurge burp. No BS. I'm the cock of the walk.
I think you have the wrong number. But at any rate, respect.
Well, I'm a guy so I don't have one, but if its anything like the inside of my nose, yes, vodka would burn.
All I did this weekend was get my life in order. I feel like I wasted my time.
I'm tired and starving, and I'm pretty sure I just cost the company 33,000 dollars...fuck you and you're "you'll love going to work high" nonsense.
You sternly pointed at him and declared that you would ride his cock until the early dawn.
Then, you ate a turkey sub, went into his room
I just made out with Ricky Ullman of Phil of the Future fame and I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Help.
My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
I think if my mom ever finds out about my nipple piercings I'll just be like "mom, tbh it's a sex thing"
He's like a computer from 2001 in a 2014 world. It just doesn't work. Lots of glitches.
How many Wendy's frosties do you think it would take to fill a bathtub?
I've never seen so much of my blood outside me. After the initial shock it was kind of cool.
You shouted "my financial aid just came in, who wants a shot?!" Half the bar followed
I just walked in on her masturbating to a social anxiety video...
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