well, if it gives you any insight into how crazy it was, i am currently wikipediaing "anullment"
We just got really drunk and bought toilet paper. Successful Monday.
he just came in and straightened the chair and left again
he came in the shower with me...i thought it was going to be nice and romantic...until he started peeing on my leg.
Man, I must say, having known you since preschool, Eiffel-Tower-ing her would've fully completed our journey to brotherhood.
Never thought I'd say this but I just want to go home, ice my balls, and pop a Vicodin.
You should have hard cock pics on hand to send in the situation that you can't stop driving, pull out your cock, browse the countless pics I've sent you of my tits, get him hard and text a pic through. I mean, it's simple sexting ettiquette.
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
and here comes the time of my day when I haw to convince a guy to drive my cape and my handle to my dorm.
Is her dick bigger than yours?
I told you that you should stop drinking and you responded "Thanks for telling me how to live, North Korea!"
I just had sex on my kitchen counter. It's like the American dream
There's no time frame.
For drinking wine out of the bottle and taking nyquil at 9 AM? There probably should be.
OMG he dropped his pants for me. Granted it was to show me where he got stabbed but still...
I'm sitting on the couch playing the sims, how's ur night going?
I'm sitting on my floor, drinking wine, and listening to bette midlers "wind beneath my wings"
Why are our lives so predictable?
Randomize
