once he started yelling at me in latin, i wasn't sure what we were fighting about anymore...
good thing vaginas are great cup holders
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
the worst part is we had a camera rolling
Did his mom notice it when she saw u guys?
Yes.
I have to watch that.
You convinced me that eggnog and rum is a great moisturizer.
You refused to come over and kept yelling that you were gonna sleep on a car
Riding on an electric horse at the grocery store... dunno how that conversation went but I hope you picked up a 12 pack.
He thought I was flirting with him but really I just needed someone to hold me up.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
All I remember from the concert was leaving in an RV full of middle aged people playing circle of death
A little sexual choking never killed anyone. And if it did, they died happy.
Whatever the emoticon is for "balls deep". That.
Used my brand new sperrys as a trash can to throw up in and woke up with someone's random key in my hair...new year new me:)
Most of my life can be described like an HBO prison drama.
My nipples are raw, I've yet to go to bed, I feel like death, and I'm at work. Thank you jack, crown, and Lafayette!
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