This bar is like a mediocre whore house....but free
you have to choose: penises or morals?
he was wearing a tuxedo, i was naked...it's a long story.
I definitely recall eating shredded cheese out of the bag while you were wearing that apron.
My Grampa even called her out for being a cock block at the bar...it was that serious
I found out that my first kiss was an Italian. Even in kindergarden i knew size mattered.
My shirt is ruined. If I ever get the idea of doing a tequila shot through my nose ever again, shoot me.
My mom's 50 year old alcoholic friend just told me about how she was more whoreish then us at our age. Challenge accepted.
they night at the roxbarryed us. came out of nowhere,bought us shots, and then the big one licked my hand? we got out of that noise.
I'm a busy girl. All I wanted was noncommittal sex a few times a week
She was covered in mud grabbed my crotch and said see that handprint that means I called dibs
The last two times I had sex with him I forgot who it was half way through
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
Honey you are a beautiful woman but I came over to eat your pizza and fuck your brother. And you're out of pizza.
Of course he did! You’ve seen my tits, you know he didn’t stand a chance!
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