So not only just find my adoption papers that I didnt know about in my parents house, but they say "child shows some signs of mental retardation".
Sorry for punching you in the face last night. I should have known the boxing gloves were a bad idea from the start.
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
I'm watching him slurp a whole mango out of her hand. It's disturbingly arousing.
I hope it's the birth control, otherwise I'm dying
I'm drinking straight vodka and railing lines of adderall while writing a paper about the nature of Jesus. It's 6:50 in the morning. College.
He's practically not my boyfriend anymore. So let's go get some glitter, balloons, alcohol and forget this night ever happened.
Plus he stuck it in when you were sleeping which would have been the tipping point for me but you art school kids are all liberal and shit
That which doesn't kill you gives you an excuse to get shitfaced later
We had to go. She called the bartender a thundercunt.
SOME BITCH AT THE HOSTEL STOLE MY NUT BUTTER THERE WILL BE BLOOD
Doesn't matter if you work at a funeral home. If the boss says get a keg, you get a keg.
How likely is it that we can see each other tomorrow night? I want to shave my legs in good faith but it's cold outside and my bathroom is drafty.
I mean, she's batshit insane and once choked a guy with one hand but she's still MILF material in my book.
I woke up and there was a huge blow up palm tree in my bed...
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