i'm so hungover...i might vomit in a handbag instead of selling them
I dont need to watch it. And stop comparing your life to Entourage.
This is the way my sobriety ends: Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
and then he proceeded to take what he called, a whip cream shower.
You need to come over. I cant get her to stop eating honey mustard straight from the squeeze bottle
And you were like "stop making pop tarts, lil bowow" as you grabbed the pop tarts from your ex and consumed them. Teach me your ways.
He never broke character while fucking me on the neighbor's lawn. I give him a 10 for his dedication to the British accent.
The worst thing about him living around the corner is that who ever suggests the booty call is the one that walks over.
Probably TMI here but I just rubbed one out while listening to thunderstruck, almost ripped my dick off.
Oh yeah and one of the strippers brought you chips and water when you were passes out next to the toilet. So that was nice
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
One of those days. Also, your pants are now in my protective custody.
In case you're wondering what I'm doing, I'll be banging an 18 year old this weekend. Repeatedly.
My feet surprised me
He tried to eat me out...through my pants.
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