he wasnt completely random
you're right. you met him once and didnt know his name. you still dont
i get things done.
I thought you said his peep was too small
it is but i have no money and nothing is on tv until 7 when americas next top model comes on.
Good. You are like the clit whisperer.
capt morgan doesn't hurt if you honestly believe it's golden flavored kool-aid.
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
Its like fucking yourself in the head with a weed strapon
I told him I'd clean his cock if he ever sent my GF another text message. It was a horrific time for me to miss the l key on my iPhone.
Looks like I've become the Walter White of my PhD cohort.
If you can't seal the deal with her, I will. And you know I'll be successful. So there's your incentive
This morning I woke up in the entrance of a retirement home. Memory fragments from last night: making it rain with the contents of my wallet over the bridge, getting hit by a car, and a lot of running.
We got a lap dance! I touched a boob!
i feel sensations at the ends of my beard. Either I am super high. Or my face has accepted my beard and I completed my transformation to Mecca
Whatever. I'll take my new fine ass dick sucking nails elsewhere.
fuck sobriety. I want to wake up tomorrow in a park or some shit.
I found your birth control, it was in your Crown Royal bag.
Randomize
