
I don’t get why he counts the beer before he leaves to work… There’s never any left when he comes home.
Idiot.
I don’t get why he counts the beer before he leaves to work… There’s never any left when he comes home.
Idiot.
Men love when you kiss their neck..
Just not when they’re drivingAnd you’re in the backseat.
And they don’t know you.
Apparently.
Damn boy! Are you a slinky?
Cause I wanna wanna push you down a flight of stairs, then kick you when you stop halfway to the bottom.