i'm not a human right now. not even a dancer.
Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
I just remember her telling me "Hi, my names Kaissa and I'm a lesbian" over and over and over and over again as I was crying.
I remember your 21st ending with me driving you home while you insisted making bicycle signals out the car window.
About to trim my pubes so if you decide to walk in, viewer discretion is advised.
We definitely need to avoid these "I'm gonna get stabbed if I stay here any longer" partys
I'm like a number 27.2 on a scale of 1-10 of how badly I want you right now.
Your lack of a response brings it down to a 25.4.
I feel bad for his balls. Ive never seen so much sperm. He had to be dying
We have so much sex to catch up on
She's impossible to please. Other than with two fingers and a tongue.
I woke up with your vibrator in my face
we are not taking body shots with the irish cream
I just hip-checked Santa and stole his cab.
My neck is sore from all the headbanging. And I can't tell the difference between the jello stains and cum stains.
Randomize
