so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
finally nailed that neighbor chick. hopefully i can get her wireless password now. free internet trumps moral standards any day
I know it may not be fiscally responsible to pregame fifty cent night, but I'm gonna go ahead and do it anyway.
He bought me a pink rose and a Plan B. I really like this guy.
I just wanna be craddled in his arms and spoon fed applesauce..
that's the most romantic thing you've ever said.
I'm calling it the Friendlationship with Benefits Zone.
They knew I had a party because the refrigerator settings were different, but they don't notice that we installed a new toilet seat so it's okay.
At tuba camp, the pickings are slim. It's like being the tallest midget.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
We have a shopping cart in our front lawn. Also Mickey D's breakfast?
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
Will you skip merrily into hell with me?
I know right? It's like he knows how to pleasure me better than I do myself... He's like a prophet of sex
The heart wants what the heart wants, and once again it’s a guy with brown hair, wears a chain, and has a nicotine addiction.
Randomize
