its time to go be "that drunk guy nobody knows"....again.
It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
My balls had bee stings let's just leave it at that.
He went down on me in his escalade and his dick is bigger than my forearm. I'm never going back to white guys.
Memorial weekend is going to be amazeballs. Jungle juice, drunk guys, and my vagina being stimulated by the vibrations of a 4 wheeler. I mean there is no way that can go wrong.
I left after my shirt got dropped in the toilet thinking that there was absolutely no good that could happen the rest of the evening. I hear I was very wrong.
I respect the size of her balls.
Yeah but I don't respect the size of her anything else.
I have migrated to the couch. Minimal movement is still happening, but I should be mobile enough to go to the liquor store by eight.......so that good.
Guess who just bought an ounce of pot via Paypal, and paid for it with my airline Visa card to earn miles?
Congratulations. That business degree is finally worth every penny it cost you.
I'm trimming my pubes right now and the battery was wearing down. So I chose to only trim one side. I cut the right side down and now I look like pubic two-face. Right all trim and near and left like a caveman.
I've been rehabbing my soul with cheese and wine lately
There's glitter all over his bed from my Pink VS panties... I think I might invest in similar styles as a way of marking my territory just incase.
You rolled over grabbed my crotch and said "that's my waffle." I'm sleeping on the couch next time.
I want to find him again. His Corona tank top and I were made for each other.
His dick smelled like strawberries...it was awesome.
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