i want two things in life...emily to stop talking and a block of cheese.
When I woke up in the parking lot today I decided it is not a good idea to hang out with you anymore.
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
I could really do without pictures of your asses in my inbox. That said, I'm extremely jealous that I wasn't involved.
Watching frozen planet. There's a beach master sea lion with about 50 sea lion bitches fighting another sea lion for said bitches. It's a bloody battle. Dude. You have over 50. Share.
Go big or go home. i snuck in two beers in my bra. im here to win.
So I just sneezed blood everywhere. On the upside. After yesterday I feel way more confident AND I give even less of a fuck.
He offered to take me to my appointment after breakfast then kind of just sat there and watched me get a papsmier. Most awkward first date ever.
I'm high. The text bubbles floating do no justice to the underwater experiences
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
Black magic does not go near my vagina, it's a rule
Google imaged your anal issues. Seems fuckable still.
I have seen you puke and 5 mins later rock my world. So there is hotness there that average people will never see..
sometimes i just have a bad day n consider lowering my standards
The dogs decided to play a new game called "Who Can Scream the Loudest?"
I won.
Randomize
