Sry I called you an 8
i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
You hooked up with 4 random girls, avoided your grilfriend finding out about it, and dodged traffic on Park Ave. Can you say luck of the Irish?
If we were unicorns we would fly together. Like in a pack. A pack of flying unicorns.
She was that classic mixture between "Hell no" and "Why the fuck not."
im kinda looking forward to winter break. ive been away from home for so long i think i can trick my vagina into thinking that these arent the same people ive been hooking up with since high school...
Why have they been driving around the block for the past 30 min?
He told her it was international road head day.
she drove 3 hrs one way just to sleep with me. I felt bad complaining about paying for condoms.
you said candy land and then passed out.
ps. we found your stash in the candyland game. Thanks.
I paused mid sex to tell him I wished I'd taken up barrel racing so I could ride better.
I'm on the bus, watching a girl shush her balloons.
I'm willing to share. He can have sloppy seconds.
It was like if the scent of sour milk and burning tires had a baby in taste form.
Look, if it comes down to it, I’m spraying whipped cream on your nuts
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