He's sitting on the floor holding his bracket and crying, literally crying... he just keeps saying "Kansas how could you?" over and over
The Firefighter Games are going to be in Tampa the same weekend I am. I think God is answering my vagina's prayers.
We pulled over so he could pee and the next thing I know he's running down the hill by himself with his pants down
If I am going to throw out this whole "born again virgin" thing...i'm not going to do it on someone who is less than 5 inches.
Drank a fosters this weekend and last weekend. Listening to down under 5 times a day. Spent 100 dollars on a sleeveless men at work shirt circa 1983. We don't leave for another 5 weeks. I call it pregaming.
No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feeling. Of course this a booty call.
I have bruises from doing the splits on the poles, if that doesn't scream bourbon street regret then I don't know what does
Drove by a guy getting road head, midday on O Street. That could be us, but you won't let me in your pants when you drive.
It took me longer to finish the bottle of scotch we bought together on New Years than it did for her to meet a new guy and get engaged
I just do things that aren't classy the classy way.
its so awesome dude, its like im a magical unicorn or something
So i dislocated my knee but still went home and fucked his brains out. Nothing gets in the way of my sex life. NOTHING.
I'm completely creeped out. He's dressed as me. And thinks it's funny.
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
I got up and left his place at 3am because I remembered I had a burrito in my car.
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