I know single women who swear by their long pillow.
sometimes i revert back to christianity during those pillow talks.
sometimes i tell her to bite the pillow.
the pillow knows lots of things.
I know single women who swear by their long pillow.
Wonder why they call it: cul-de-sac. Must be better real estate term than: dead end road.
I did as a teenager.
...I'll be in my bunk.
My new refrigerator... when it goes through its motions - whatever they might be - it sounds like a clucking chicken.
meet washuggah...
almost like Doom
mine sounds like the bowls of hell, it legit sounds like a demon growling.
That beat needs to be in an episode of Vikings
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