I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
I drank almost a whole fifth last night. Woke up with blood everywhere wearing a "stereotype this" tshirt. How fitting
We can talk tomorrow when we're both alert. My mind is somewhere else right now.
Where's it at?
In your pants.
Our drug dealer just got busted, wear black tmrw
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
I almost shit my pants in anger over your moral sanity.
That big chick who gave you the handly polished off one of the walls to the ginger bread house right before she came outside. FYI
I don't know which part of you thought this was funny but it's fucked up to wake up in that much fluff and now we don't have a couch. Fuck you.
Seriously. My vagina. Can we talk about it? It's gonna jump off this treadmill and devour my trainer.
I may or may not already be in your hot tub when you get home. I have a key to your house and no shame.
I joined the mile high club last night. I ran a mile while high on coke. It was glorious
Am I the only one who saw the used condom in the driveway this morning
I have need of you to return home with haste, as I require the magical capsules you possess to relieve the posterior pain I am living. I battle this demon with stubborn grit, however I feel that defeat is on the horizon.
I wore Yonce braids out last night and made out with a man and a woman #bowdown is right
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