you got kicked out last night because right after you said "whats up?" to us, you downed your whole vodka ton and threw it across the bar.
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
alright she left, finally time to fart up the room
its no coincidence her full name and "cling" are the same in t9
I just don't have the heart to tell my mom you peed in our washer machine last night.
all she had left on were here heels. phone five
You insisted on drinking champagne out of the dog bowl
Posh spice and Baby spice both in one night. Fantasy complete. God bless halloween.
Would you and/or him be willing to dress up like the phantom, sing me music of the night and then bone the shit out of me? this is important.
Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior, Kendra's boobs?
There is absolutely a 0% chance my hips will make it out of this twerking business fully functional
My house is about to be spotless and the only person visiting is the plumber and not the porno kind.
If one more dude who finds out I'm a cop asks to see me in uniform I'm gonna become asexual
just bought safety googles to wear so he can cum on my face and not in my eye. SAFETY FIRST!
I’ve looked at so many mouse vaginas in the past week
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