Its about making memories worth repressing
I just saw a girl in Albersons in spandex and curlers buying PBR. Only PBR.
I walked into his living room and saw him watching the play-offs while eating tomato paste out of the can with a bottle of wine. I'm telling you to stop talking to him. now.
I'm relatively certain my chiropractor just judged me for admitting that my back is misaligned from the sex we had last night...
My mom said I should get that 'not fucking anybody' problem fixed.
How can he have such a manly penis and baby hands?!
Whatevss it will be funn .. Hopefully no one projectile vomits on the wall again.. Its kinda become a tradition though
the only way to explain how i feel is someone rolled me down a big fucking hill and then a dog came a took a huge ruthless shit in my mouth at the bottom
let's be real here, you have a beautiful vagina. this kid is a doctors son. that's a remedy for beautiful rich grandkids. he is just trying water his family tree, and make sure he doesn't end up in some piece of shit adult home. go for it.
my first words to him the next morning were "do you like magic"?
He told me if he passed out to wake him by sitting on his face, and if he suffocated at least he would die happy. Found the one.
So I've decided that blue balls for lesbians is rainbow balls and the struggle is real
Getting so old my power naps are turning into, "can I reasonably just go to bed at this time?"
I want you to defile me in my childhood bed.
thanks for passing me through your vagina 20 years ago today. your the best
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