You are still hot in my book. I wanna dry hump u like a 9th grader then hump for real when the herpes is gone.
I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
And as you crawled into the bathroom last night you repeatedly said "I know the routine".
I am not kidding you. There is an airport luggage cart overturned in my driveway. We need to stop going to the airport bar.
They'd unbutton the overalls with their lesbian-tongues. It wouldn't even be a problem.
This guy needs to come out; I can feel him sucking my dick from across the room.
you shall refer to me as my indian name from now on...running with dumb cunts
Drinking loves me for WHO I am
I wonder if you're allowed to smoke pot at Denver bronco games now...
all I'm saying is that my epic blow jobs have made grown professional football players cry in ecstasy
yup and then I snapped out of it and realized I was playing beer pong against a 4 year old... and losing
Getting robbed by hookers is def a right of passage in a mans life
If I got paid for every bad decision I've made I would be one rich bitch by now
How many hotdogs are you going to eat today?
THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
Randomize
