Someone should've told Pope jumper lady and terrorist pants guy that the Worst of 2009 lists already went out....
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
My life has literally become a dickpocolypse. Thank you, summer, I missed you.
I came so hard that my back seriously popped like 5 times.
I've awoken at 3am again, in a night terror, just thinking about how big his dick was.
Not that you went to little darlings at 3am. But that you checked in on Facebook. C'mon bro. You're better than that.
Nope if you can't be there for me emotionally, then my vagina can't be there for you physically. That's my rule.
She's barefoot and topless screaming "HERE KITTY-KITTY" at a stray cat in the ditch on the side of the highway. How do I get her back in the car?
I'm beginning to think the entirety of my appeal is due to the size of my ass.
I work nights. I sleep in. I take online classes. And fuck bad bitches. I'd say those are some perks to grad school.
I found a blow up pig at an adult store. He will have to fuck that on video if he wants anal. Also, I bought a pair of clear high heels. Tell your brother I love him.
she was concerned about my dick piercings.
I sleep better at night when I win things. I never really weep for others.
how do do this?
do what? Keep standing? Choose between 2 guys?
keep making boys cry?
is it weird that i just witnessed the marriage of someone ive had sex with on multiple occasions?
Randomize
