So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Not only do I have sand in my ass, but a crab pinched me while we were fucking. Still totally worth it.
if he wont fuck me on the stairamster then i dont think theres much XXX shit going down
This adderall has me convinced I'm an Econ major.
You're going to have to buy me a lot of drinks before the bee suit goes on...
Sorry for my penis texting you last night, I can't control what he wants at 4am.
Last time i was there we saw the window of the pizza place we were at get busted, we were pulled out of a taxi to be questioned by the cops, and we peed outside a waffle house. I'm in.
I woke up to a 3rd person picture of my own dick sent from a 1-800 number..
i don't know what body building stuff he's on, but his cum is basically a 5 hour energy shot.
You know you're a heffer when you discover chocolate frosting on your smoking apparatus
Also, there's a guy walking around the kitchen in a shark onzie, and he just asked if we've ever smoked weed with a shark before. I'm dying
Congrats! Its a fuck boy!
So. Um. Hypothetically speaking...how would one get a squirrel out of the house?
There is a sex dungeon behind the wine cellar. This is why I hate showing foreclosures.
Granted, I did not plan to spend ANY hour of the last day of 2020 sober.
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