So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I just wish we had the ability to download food from our TVs.
i was shrooming and she was sobbing. i was trying to be sympathetic, but i could see the veins working like worms under her skin. and then her face stripped down to the muscle.
what was she crying about?
i wanna say it was the lack of skin on her face but maybe she lost her job.
good. and stop kissing my girl you dirty slut.
i don't think she's still your girl..plus, she kept screaming "kiss me! i'm a lesbian!" last night so i think you're outta luck..
Well I turned her sobriety into my own personal drinking game
I concluded last night that you have no tear ducts, heart, or sense of any feeling.
Right now he's sitting in the chair pointing to me to go away. He's trying to have quiet time with his penis.
I can only use one eye at a time. And if I want to listen, I have to close both of them.
I got a text saying, "It's so great to throw tomatoes at seagulls."
Lol I screamed "GOT AN ORDER OF VERSACE TACOS UP" and the whole kitchen was just like who the fuck is this kid
I sense naked hashbrown eating in my near future.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
And here I thought that was one nut sack too many
I love friends. Friendship is wonderful. I wish the rain was my friend
wow. that really looks like a penis. not a top hat
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