quick i need to know how implid consent works for golf carts
too late i think im gettin a gcui
According to my dad, my tongue ring makes people assume I give a lot of blow jobs because, as stated by him "that's what it's for"
He ate me out and then left in a hurry and shouted "Sorry to dine and dash" as he left my house
they're using the ping pong table for ping pong. it's weird
He ended up walking out of his bedroom and told me to look at the nonexistent fire he was holding in his hand. Im upset I didn't take those shrooms.
I'm hungover as fuck. My vagina hurts. I locked my keys in my car. It's about 93* outside. We're having sex in the pool when I get home
But he made me breakfast and understands the fuck sleep fuck sleep necessities
You working tonight?
Keg. Hottub. Wearimnh a 8th graders bikini. Mess
You should've come to the party. It was like an identity parade of everyone you screwed last year.
it's gotten to the point where there are no existing good choices. even our good choices are bad choice by anyone's standards but ours.
She looks well worn, presumably from a cavalcade of penis.
My cast smells like cheese steak rolls
I need to start a penis folder so I stop "accidentally" showing people my junk. On a side note- St. Pattys penis was a hit, four leaf clover and all.
At a bar in the city and the whole place starting singing “Happy Birthday” to someone. Everyone but me. The person next to me leaned over and said, “Why didn’t you sing along?!?” I responded, “I don’t know him. I don’t give a shit if he has a happy birthday.”
Pretty sure he was in my class in like 2nd grade
I like how you know everyone I've ever fellated.
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