You don't have asthma, your pregnant
one might say we're banned from that church
So.. My internet got red-flagged at work because i did a search on "midigit strippers las vegas" This may be hard to explain...
the last thing i remember was trying to convince him to call over his girlfriend so we could have a threesome
you walked into the kitchen holding the skyy bottle and asked us "how do i warm this?"
When she was dating that guy she told me If they broke up, I would receive a call and no matter what I was doing I'd have to go over a fuck her. It's like being an EMT for sex.
I've given up for the day already. I just wanna eat cheesecake and hide from her.
You were sitting on the filthy kitchen floor eating a packet of grated cheese, and you were crying because you couldn't find any cheese.. I'd say our party was a success.
The perfect world is just rainbows and rocknroll and good sex. With the occasional stripper ridIng a horse. I spelled occasionally right?
I run into you far too many times while completely stoned and/or drunk for this not to be fate. It's like god is telling you to fuck me.
It has been happening a lot lately.
He wanted me to strip for him. I told him that we aren't at that serious of a fuck buddy relationship yet
Now that I'm sober, I'm realizing you put your name in my phone as "wowww"
I can assure you I didn't go home with a girl, because I woke up on someone's porch
I'm gonna give the church their tithe, and the rest is a down payment on boobs.
I wish there were more things in this world as wonderful as string cheese
Surriously
Randomize
