we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
The only reason I give him head is because I know i'll get a back rub.
wow.
But it's a REALLY good back rub.
gave you a haircut while you slept. Please don't kill me.
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
What do you mean how did you end up there? You told him he had a face you'd like to ride, that's a deal sealer in any language.
mom just made me 'sorry-you-have-hpv-pancakes'
No I got myself stoned. With her bowl. She was just a casualty of the War on Sobriety.
A man just squeezed past me in a tight space and said, "Excuse us."
My parents heard us going at it in their tent. I told my mom it must have been a bear looking for food. I don't think she bought it. She deliberately chose this park because bears haven't been sighted here in years.
I told her it would be awesome. We are all the same people. One of us would always be drunk, one of us would always be hooking up, and one of us would always be crying into a pancake.
It's like she fell out of an MTV reality show and no one knows how to send her back
I got your flops too. But yeah you rolled off your raft a bunch of times so we had to ask the white trash squad to help you back on. You bit one of them
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
She was drunk at Red Robin. She asked for more fries and then shoved them in her purse while saying "Come on bitches, you're coming with me" to them.
Access to a Target is paramount to my general happiness and self-worth.
Randomize
