she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
Your brother just informed me that half a mouthful is a unit of measurement. I love talking to members of your family.
grab my backpack.....its in the fridge
Acid flashbacks - fact or fiction? Have been seeing a surprising amount of sparkly shit this afternoon...
Life just isn't the same without him waking me up at 4 in the afternoon with a look of pity on his face...
I've reached the gravitational age where it's very hard to get my face and my boobs in the same shot without some kind of yoga involved .
we came into the house to find you doing shots by your self and when we told you to stop you locked yourself in the bathroom...
did I at least say anything...
you meowed at us and said you're a cat and cats drink for a living
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
So I was trying to finish off that sick uv whipped and I chased it with yogurt. Not a good idea
I don't remember where I was but I remembered that I hated everyone there
no he just sat there holding the hammer and grinning insanely
that is either the most profound and meaningful thing i've ever heard, or someone got high before noon again.
I cuddled with a man named Pickles
I’ve lost count of how many disciplines of science this conversation about Harry Potter has gone through.
I left you a really long drunk voicemail and I remember something about a bat
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