We can get Dustin to help us. I think he'd be good at luring girls into a dark alley.
you'd be alarmed at how much plan b i just found in mom's bathroom...
I swear this guy grew up in land without leagues. someone should inform him he's way out of mine
sudden memory flashback: you and i having sex on the bed, erin sitting naked in your desk chair drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while harassing you for your computer password to play some "mood music." high five. go us.
There's sex hanging in the air like a pinata. European people are no joke.
He just fingered me to the Lion King soundtrack. And when he left he turned dramatically and said "I'll be back after work. Be prepared." Taint ALL the childhood memories.
You might call them booze related cuts, I call it "partying so hard you sweat blood"
He somehow pantsed the bouncer and tipped him over before cartwheeling and skipping away? Help me find him.
You had a fry stuck to your face... Every five mins you would wake up, take a bite, put it back then fall asleep again...
Can we make love to the Space Jam soundtrack?
And I'm laying here struggling with the notion that I need to put pants on.
tbh I think I just dated him for his dogs in the first place.
I had to fake it. He was punching my vagina like it owed him money and enough was enough.
The date did not go well. Turns out I once set her brother on fire.
Just once, can I please come back to a room that doesn't smell like beer and cum?
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