quick i need to know how implid consent works for golf carts
too late i think im gettin a gcui
how was last night?
i woke up with my hand stuck in a jam jar with my keys in the bottom and a dog licking peanut butter off my boobs. you tell me.
i feel like words won't express my appreciation properly so at some point i'm just going to bring you pizza then go down on you for an hour. fair?
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
Your lower body and my face have had way too much contact lately.
This guy needs to come out; I can feel him sucking my dick from across the room.
Of all the shitty people we associated with, you should be happy that I'm the one fucking your cousin. Sorry.
Who knew drunk me could climb a 17 story building for apple juice and sex
Today wasn't Sunday Funday, it was more like Sunday god is taking a shit on my life day
If I was home I'd be ouija boarding the fuck out of the house, haven't been this high since that day
My guy issues hinge on tonight's game. Caps win, it's Dustin. Rangers win, Josh. I even flipped a coin to see who got what team
I don't want to resort to having sex with people that actually like me.
I've spent hours masturbating before. It's actually my favorite Sunday activity
So the girl I met at the bar last night came home with me. Played with my puppy. And left.
Well I finally got to say all the things I wanted to say. Including telling him he looks like a naked mole rat
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