I'm taking last night back. It officially didn't happen. Tell your friends.
my brother walked in while we were fucking, silently took my bong from my closet, saluted us and walked out.
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
We convinced you to take a shot out of the sponge...there were still suds in it.
About to trim my pubes so if you decide to walk in, viewer discretion is advised.
I'm sorry for biting your husband's ass last night.
My new hobby is moving his stuff to random places in the house. Good luck making a smoothing at 6:30 in the morning, the blender top's in the dog food container
just saw a kid get pissed on buy a tiger at the zoo. His dad is rofling and the kid is crying. I think I have to go make a new friend
Question for you. Do you want to go out somewhere or do you want to have sloppy joes at my house? That's not a euphemism for anything; I actually have stuff to make sloppy joes
Stay calm. It's a titty bar. A ring of cocaine will protect you.
long story short, the bouquet was used as a sacrificial torch
There are flour footprints all over the house. Either u guys are trying to pull that Paranormal Activity shit on me again, or u got drunk and tried to make pancakes.
I blame her lesbian super powers of coercion.
Reverse road head. Sa-witch!!!
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