and trust me i need no booty pop lessons
I just queefed in yoga class and now the old man next to me is smiling at me.
Thats the last time I go out drinking with my Irish friends. Two shots of flaming sambucca = bar on fire. I was only trying to high five the barman.
Be careful down there, Shane may have pooped on the carpet.
So I just learned that my father was teaching me rules for drinking games when I was 5.
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
It got a little outta hand when you wanted to do body shots on the table.. at Dennys.. at 4 AM.. with lemonade
they were having sex on the toilet apparently and everytime someone knocked they flushed. it was like an auditory scoreboard of sex duration.
No, I did not fuck him for football tickets. I fucked him for tickets to the superbowl. I'm not that much of a slut.
you were yelling that somebody needed to take your bra off with such enthusiasm my first thought was that you were on fire.
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
What?! Why else would they put table cloths on a table if not for discreet oral sex? That's why they were invented! Read a book...
This love triangle bullshit is getting out of hand. It's now a love polygon and I want out
i like beer, sex, and cooking. what more can he want?
The guy i took home was a circus freak. He jerked off 3 times in front me after we had sex. And he came every time.
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