i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
THAT'LL be a good time.
and i don't know why my phone always capitalizes that word.
She refers to my dick as princess Sarah... oddly I'm okay with that.
I might have a beer. Just to keep this hangover on its toes.
I feel like I should limit myself to one meal prepared from a box per day
the lighter is IN the bong. I don't know what to do
Was just explained ingredients in a four loko. Puzzles of the universe starting to piece together.
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
Does saving a line for myself for the morning so I don't seem hungover at work count as responsibility?
Adult decisions.
Sign she's a keeper: "I would rather be late to brunch than waste a perfectly good boner."
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
He is sitting on the foor in the soup aisle saying "to each their own soup"
I wish I saved his nudes so I could anonymously submit them to his tumblr
Yeah but you let me touch your butt. You're clearly the winner.
I would climb him like a jungle gym. Enthusiastically and creatively.
Randomize
