I just walked by a ginger with a mullet. I repeat GINGER mullet. So help us God.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
she uses ice cubes and hums anything I want. Last night was Welcome to the jungle. it wasnt lost on me shes a puma. no shame in that 30+ game.
worst lay ever....
as long as you cum, there is no bad sex
ya... thank god for condoms, I was able to fake it... I stand by my original statement
I'm playing the Jersey Shore drinking game by myself at my mom's house. Things like this are not okay after college.
I know man...but i cant pass up a catholic school girl fantasy
thanks for carrying me to bed.. and sorry for trying to roll down the hallway to escape.
I would say I'm the man in the relationship but I'm cuddled on the couch eating cake mix and water.
I should send him a pic of my crotch with the caption "thanks for the memories"
Like will they card me for my own whiskey in shampoo bottles?
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
You know why I love being a regular at this bar? It's because at a certain point last call is only a suggestion.
sober me is not impressed with the quality of people that drunk me gives our phone number to
I’m lazy so obviously looking like a rotisserie chicken is my favourite position
don't think less of me for this, but i'm pretty sure he did a line off my boob last night.
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