Yo dont text me then not text me
that was a gay-test. you passed.
with flying rainbow colors i hope!
they're mlb prospects.. of course i'm gonna bang one of them.
Woke up with string cheese braided into my hair- literally braided
My passouts and memory loss are great training for when I have alzheimers. You'll know where to look when I get lost.
Did you sleep with Connor? And who undressed me? There's a picture of two guys peeing out my bedroom window. What happened?
High enough to ask the woman at best buy if she ever feels like she's swimming. and telling the man outside that he smells like happy juice.
Unless you've also woken up wearing a poncho and a ring pop, I suggest you don't judge me. Okay, I even judged myself for that.
You did profess your love for cotton multiple times and your hatred for all other fabrics
Speaking of fellatio on fictional characters, the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man would be a delicious blowjob.
Is it frowned upon to puke at Keeneland while you're betting on horses or is it just whatev
I was gonna turn him down, but he correctly identified a song from Pocahontas.
He texted his hospitalized grandma while inside me, so really a perfect gentleman.
When's the best time to point out that all of my orgasms this year have been self-administered? Valentine's day?
part of it says your brother mayyyy have put his lips on my vagina
Randomize
