What can i say im a girl who smells like weiners.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
Nothing says I have a hang over like telling your boss to "eat your shit"
I want to punch and suck your dick at the same time. I don't think we have the healthiest of relationships.
We were eating hotdog buns dipped in French onion dip in lawn chairs at 4am. That drunk
They installed a lotion dispenser in the bathroom at work... its like they want me to masturbate on the clock...
I had a dream about masturbating with toys I can't afford.
My sex life and finances are equally in shambles.
I can dream in two languages, but it's still about ripping a bong.
And. I know i am a gay man cause when i saw the pic of his cock his feet were in it and i am like what the fuck?
And that's the fourth pair of yoga pants with unwashable stains from you.
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
I accused the cab driver of smoking weed in the taxi then I remember it was me.
Things that don't wash off in the shower: black eyes and hickies.
He just showed up in boxer briefs and loafers with only his phone and condoms
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