Everytime we come here you have an ex here.
So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
I don't remember which guy I met at the bar is coming to pick me up. It will be like my birthday surprise.
a garbage man just dropped off my phone and wallet. he found them in the trash this morning.
Pretty sure that drunken football on the back porch with 6 guys with a champagne bottle was a bad idea....
we kept pushing you at the prospective students saying go for it, itll make them want to come here
you kept yelling THIS ONES FOR THE ADMISSIONS OFFICE and then youd go in for the kill
today is just not my day... it could be raining penises and I would get hit in the face by a vag
If he tries to stick his thumb up my butt again im going to rip his dick off with my vagina
I told you those kegels would come in handy one day
He professed his love for me while I danced on a picnic table with a bottle of Absolut. I said thank you and walked away.
No...this little piggys going to the bar
Its a sick, sad, world when parents get more ass then you.
I'm not even mad. I was just trying to get a boner, you're the one that had to see that
he went down on me to a drake song and now i think i need a penicillin shot
Bed, food, and you got really nice boobs. That's it really. Foundations of friendship right there.
As a home can we vote to stab Peter?
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