Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
You wouldn't stop crying and screaming Hilary Duff doesn't deserve Gossip Girl
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
its 9am and we're in an escalade. I have no shoes and my dress is on backwards. I feel like we're the morning after a rap video
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
Got my bloodwork back and my liver is in tip top shape. Apparently blacking out 5 nights a week isn't cutting it, so we've got to step it up until I see that all of my hard work is actually paying off and doing some damage.
He's such a gentleman. He didn't even ask why my bra was flung on the seat of my car. He just took my snow brush, pushed it onto the floor and said, "Let's go I'm hungry."
I think I ate my cheesy fiesta potatoes cup.
I FINALLY HAVE A REASON TO DYE MY PUBES BLUE!!!
That's the 3rd guy I've made pass out from a bj. I may have super powers.
His junk had piercings everywhere. The dick and balls. It was a fucking pirate penis.
I'm drunkenly throwing popcorn at a spider, fuck him. Why does his scary 8 legs get to be happy?
I told him. He hasn't said anything. Crying and holding cats is probably what is happening.
And tell your penis that we can hang out tonight for sure.
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