I found out 2day that my dad was a stripper in New Oleans.
5 years of college and never once did they teach us how to respond when you overhear a group of 7th grade boys who are in your class talking about how you're definitely DTF
children are so perceptive these days... and horny
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
kicked my backpack and turned on my vibrator in the middle of class. success.
she gave up head for lent, but she said sex was still fair game
I'm just trying to think of how much money Little Debbie would make if pot was legalized.
he went up stairs with nothing on but calvin klein's and an eskimo hat, said hi to her dad, got a doughnut, and left like it was an everyday thing
She barfed in the corner of the baby pool. Then she yelled "it's okay" repeatedly while trying to scoop it out.
I forgot how wholesome of a place a park is when youre not drinking there.
We have an unspoken agreement. He helps me move and I give him a blow job. It's really unfair to him considering he doesn't know how much shit I have.
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
Well I have rug burns in both armpits, somehow. So yes you should have been here
So the door man at the local dispensary started giving me motivational talks about my beard...
I think someone is dead in a car across the street
Scratch that, dude's getting a blow job
Thank you for being so charming, but do you have syphilis?
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