Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
Ok, but If I make this happen, my first born son gets to fuck your first born daughter
I thought the one perk of the low caliber of men I've slept with thus far in my college career is that I would never run into them in the library. I've been here for ten minutes and we're on number three.
Were taking his cast off tonite. Need a saw and a gameplan. Meet us at rosies in 30.
If you wake up tomorrow and start to wonder.... Yes you did just eat mild sauce from taco bell out of the package while informatively yelling about the loss of my virginity
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
my vagina hasn't met your boyfriend yet ... makes me sad
you told the police officer you wanted to be just like her one day but not a lesbian
I "liked" his changed relationship status just to show him I'm ok with the fact he found someone not as pretty as me
Yeah! Don't let me leave the house without marijuana and a juicer.
just like fucking own it. stare that cop in the eye and just keep masturbating "yeah motherfucker Im high as shit and this feels great"
It's has to do with my genitals. Don't ask.
you know your booty call is really trying when he offers to pay the toll for the bridge you have to cross to get to his house
There. There is gum on my butt cheek IT IS NOT MINE
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