a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
totally watching dr. phil and getting eaten out right now. be jealous.
all her text said was "asdfhdaufhudshfuds" and i knew that meant come over
I just saw a sign that said "STRIPPERS!!! As seen on Jerry Springer!". As if Springer is the highest honor. I'm pretty sure we're in south Georgia.
i'm traumatized. his orgasm face consisted of him looking like my dead grandfather and burping.
Half of elefante. Gelafin galaxy
Hurry up and get here. I already announced to the bar that you were on a mission to get laid tonight. I have 3 takers.
She started crying and told me to leave half way through, I'm walking down main with a bottle of patron and a sweatpants boner.
this better not be you asking for a beej
Standing in a circle of girls fistpumping to the word "hospital" while taking shots.... I don't see this ending well, but its fucking fun.
It's great when the cashier at the liquor store asks "weren't you wearing those clothes yesterday"
She had one unshaved part on her vagina that she called "the soul patch" I just didn't know what to think
I'm wearing a dinosaur hat bikini cone bra over my shirt. So good things are happening
I can't wait for you to tell me about your sex.
It's a short, short story.
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
yeah but really his dick tasted like soap. like i was blowing a bar of soap
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