I feel as if I owe my bloodstream some tequila.
i yelled out "tuesday" during orgasim. he fucked me into 2 days from now.
he rolled over in his sleep, called me a hoe and then grabbed my crotch. some things never change, asleep or not.
The guy in 209 is masturbating with the door cracked again
im already regretting the extreme lack of break up sex that took place
I feel like I need to get rid of the black eyeliner, glitter, and tequila breath before I to that world poverty conference..
Guys, I'm sleeping in the BOYNTON LAUNDRY ROOM. if you can, come let me out in the morning as I have no keys. I might be in the study room possibly. DON'T FORGET. I will be trapped
Right, because I totally see myself driving all the way down there to fuck his world famous penis.
Hurricane my ass. I'm riding a god damn kayak down the flooded highway if it's the last god damn thing I do, god damnit.
Sorry I don't make house calls. You wanna get blown you come over here. It's like rock paper scissors but vagina ALWAYS beats penis
I vote we get high and sneak off to McDonald's to get mcflurries.
YES. ALL MY YES.
Wow has his pick up routine ever gotten bad. He is trying to use cheese as a way to flirt with the waitress
Oh man, he played the Harvarti cheese card and it didn't work. Now he is flailing
And then he dove into my vagina like scrooge mcduck into a room of gold
a victory without nudity is not really a victory
I kicked down a wall in rage and found a door behind the drywall. Once again vandalism solves all my problems.
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