Can't talk. I'm at the Tulsa Sheriff's office with a bunch of rednecks. I bet I'm the only one that voted for Obama.
I bet you're the only one who could read the ballott.
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
He tried peeing out of the sunroof.
I would be the drunk girl eating cake on the front steps alone.
Solid teamwork gives us a good shout of both bringing home trophy cougs
Straight guys just can't stay away. My penis must have pheromones or something.
I don't think people appreciate how hard it is to fuck in a portapotty. Sarah and I had train for that shit.
think he just told me if I need to shit I should go outside.
We should give each other good-luck-on-your-finals head in the morning.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
Dude, fate has brought her to your penis.
I'm at 45 minutes post orgasm, and I still feel my insides spasming. Pretty sure I just fucked Superman.
I just drunk texted the Italian guy and now I’m flooded with Shane. Uh, shame, not Shane. He sounds nice, though.
You can't be mad... I'm letting you jerk off in my parents shower
I might be a bit late, couldn't find my pants and had to go to the police station. Unrelated
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