so later when i'm crying over him remind me that he once called his penis "senor weeper"
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
theres always time to masturbate. my grandpa taught me that.
So, does it mean i'm loose if he can't even tell when he fell out?
she scratched her sororities letters into my back when she was done. i think i was part of some sick game. sick twisted sexy game
When he came downstairs he looked at me like I was attempting to rob his house.
Did you reintroduce yourself?
He threatened to call the cops.
For the amount of money I just spent on my dogs toe, I could have fucked the entire B squad at a low end strip club.
Are you high right now?
is that a question or a drake reference?
Today is definitely a "stand over the toilet and pee through the opening at the bottom of my boxers" kind of day.
I guess the silver lining is that having a big dick really comes in handy when you're hungover.
It's a mixed blessing.
I think making out with someone could be the cure to all my problems. That or more cowbell.
Lying on this bed is like lying on love and marshmallows and joy
he stopped talking to me, quit his job, moved out of the province and then told me it was "no big" when I called him apologizing...
He initiated the conversation by sending me a picture of his penis at 4 am
congratulations on joining the accidental bisexual club
I dunno about you, but I consider getting eaten out on the porch of a houseboat in -30c in a bridesmaids dress a northern right of passage
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