There's a show on bravo about fat people dancing. FAT PEOPLE. DANCING.
This is god's gift to the unemployed.
I'm not upset with you; I'm upset with Fox News.
then she said "on the count of three I think we should apologize to eachother"
He showed me a four inch blond hair that grows out of his side. He calls it his little ray of sunshine. Please come get me.
She never called back. Financed a fleshlight.
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
My number one goal in life is to find out who can fill a keg with Popov
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
So she just had an emotional breakdown over a birthday card with a peacock on it. Yeah. She's pretty drunk, but we made it home safely.
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
The amount of dicks I have seen in the last hour is more than I have seen in my whole life.
Like pizza and mermaids make up about 1/3 of my thoughts on the weekends.
He's stripped out of his boxers and is dancing and slapping his dick with string cheese...I don't know whether to call for help or take a video.
I just spent 45 minutes and a really well-put together Power Point trying to convince her to use my dog as baby Jesus in her church's play.
like, there were so many other better not terrible choices you could have made, so i'm honestly baffled that you managed to fuck up that bad
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