i guess you could say your face is two degrees of separation from my balls
Now I know how you felt every time you had to listen to me have sex with a girl... mildly disguested yet marginally proud.
I'm currently trying to figure out how I woke up naked and handcuffed to my bed. Not real worried about class right now.
My student's should feel privledged to see me tuesday after the amount of alcohol I consumed this weekend.
I think thats the most anyones ever pregamed for rollerskating
i dont want to stoop that low. but my dick does.
she went to her friend's wedding and caught the bouquet. as the unwilling rebound, can i run away now?
There's some muscle relaxers in my bedside table. Sorry if my dildo is in the bathroom.
All right cuz right now I'm in one of those moods where the shear thought of doing anything more strenuous than making a sandwich has me wanting to curl up in the feeble position and splash around in a puddle of my own tears.
He is crying over the toilet and his friends just came in and tried to make him take another jello shot.
I have never fucking hated the horrible sound of dozens of off-key recorders BLARING their fucked rendition of "Fais Do-Do" in unison against the screams of an adult male... more than I do now. This is why people avoid teaching. Kill me. End it all.
I'm right down the road from AJ's old house and I'm getting mixed feelings. My vagina is remembering good dick. But the rest of me is remembering horrible times.
They forgot my ranch. They're dead to me.
How was jagerbomb pong?
It was like communism. Great in theory. Terrible when put into practice
What a weekend. It started with me realizing i might not be straight and ended with me spraining my foot.
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