I think my grandma died before she was convinced I was straight
I told her at least we still had each other. That's when she started crying.
with your flexibility, and the size of my penis, amazing things are possible.
and then he proceeded to take what he called, a whip cream shower.
You basically told your boyfriend at the time you were going to shit in his hands.
And I meant every ounce of it.
Tomorrow's thirsty thursday is now sponsored by the three time champion, chemisty failure. celebration starts asap.
well, I was going to forgive her anyway but not because shes my best friend and moreso because shes my drug dealer
He makes me want to shower. It must be love.
all i remember was her shitting herself and asking me to call her parents.....i so didn't. when i woke up she was gone and left a note saying "we will be lovers forever"
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I didnt finish. My brain kept playing the duck tales theme thru the entire blow job
I fell out of the car while it was moving then got puked on then puked and cried about then got back in the car and puked out the window when we started moving again
I'd call the fact I ended up in my own bed a huge success
Hey, what's the French word for when you meet your boyfriend's friend and you have that gut feeling that you smoked pot naked in a hot tub with him at a house party years ago?
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