Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
but his dog just died...ill send him an edible arrangement or a 6 pack or something
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
She's coming to town, taking me to a Suns Game, wants Anal, and knows we're not going to date, I imagine this is what heaven is like
I hope so. I just start to question my lifestyle when i pee on coffee tables
So I feel bad, Ross is asking questions, I think they need to know it's a Spanish lesbian bar
You know how I got mad at him for making out with his formal date? Apparently I fucked mine. I'm guessing any exclusivity is out of the question.
After a few mimosas, my mom started sharing her plans to move out of the house and into a retirement village so she can be the youngest one there and find herself a "nice old sugar daddy." Needless to say, break has not started off well...
I've really become a household name at this fraternity. Mother would be so proud.
He was so energetic. It was like screwing a bunny.
Dave is getting a lap dance to the venga boys
this is not a drill
For someone who wanted a break I'm getting way to much dick
"Being an adult" and "being happy" are two circles that do not overlap in my Venn diagram of life.
“before I show up tits a blazing, what’s the sexual temperature here?“
You spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about her ass and her thighs
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