i blew a .213 what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy
I was just about to go down on her when she gave herself a "smell check" and said "no, not today".
This morning my doorman told me it was an accomplishment for me to be standing and conscious after last night.
When you get home we need to compare our schedules and set up masturbation slots. I'm scares of you walking in on me. Again.
You just kept yelling, "THAT'S THE POWER OF PINESOL, BABY!"
We have 10 gallons of home brew. And james has an amazonian blow dart weapon that sticks in bags and the wall. Come over
you know who we are? We're the female white stoner version of Kenan and Kel.
My lower body still feels like its been through a garbage disposal and a trash compactor. In that order.
The first couple times was just weird, but after last night, I'm beginning to think you have a real problem banging pregnant women who are carrying someone elses child.
The trash can in my living room is full of Popsicle sticks and my vibrator has taken up permanent residence on my coffee table. I'm not doing anything productive. Clearly.
I'm currently deliberating if I'm going to be too drunk on New Years to handle wearing false eyelashes.
My parents get here at 6 so I have to make it look like a sober virgin lives in my room by 5.
Found like seven bruises in the shower. One was shaped like a hand. Best. Sex. Ever.
I'm unsure if I could pee myself at this point in my life
Just realized I've spent more nights sleeping on bathroom floors the last two weeks than in my own bed. It's time to reevaluate my life.
Randomize
