google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
She wants her shit back. Clearly she missed the cheaters-get-their-shit-ritually-burned clause.
Discovered the secret to willingly attending my 3-o'clock class. Ahoy, Cap'n.
Then he wanted a handjob in the car. While my cousin was driving. To krispy kreme. And there was someone else in the backseat.
Jesus...So southern.
Drunk puking in my bathtub has plugged it up for the third time this year. I hate these calls to my landlord.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
You introduced yourself and she said "wow that's a long name" and you went "yeah well you should see my dick."
I just kept thinking.. Holy shit. We're fucking in my front yard.
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
Sometimes I refuse to go through a door until someone holds it open for me because I'm a fucking lady.
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
If you send me another picture of a donut on your penis while I'm at work, I may have to slap you With the donut.
Good rule of thumb: only list personal references with whom you have hallucinated
sorry about your sharpie. alex wanted to shave the left side of his body so he had me draw a line over him with a ruler
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