Stop blaming waffle house for all your problems
All I remember was the chick screaming "don't hookup with him! His dick's the size of a cucumber"
I need to start giving them away because owning 20 dildos is never going to get me a boyfriend.
My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
Totally passed out on the dealers bed after paying him all in ones so no, i dont think i'll be getting a discount soon.
Want to come over? I'm getting stoned and watching Netflix and making s'mores over a candle in my room
She dresses cool and she's mean. And she has fake boobs I feel like I can relate to her on so many levels.
The cop told us he we helped him pass his monthly bong quota. He almost ran out of room on the hood of his car..
I just got a get of my turf look from a hooker. Apparently, Ninja Turtles T-shirt+Jeans+Flip-Flops=Hooker Gear. Woot.
Sometimes I have to make sure these messages are going to you and I'm not about to give someone in my phone book a heart attack.
I lost all of my bathing suit tops.. This is both a success and a failure
then he told me my boobs feel like "if you put mushroom soup in a baggie." I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
Dude I had my dad cock block me once
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