So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
He had on juicy sweatpants and thats when i knew he was no longer a threat.
I may have been to starbucks and 2 classes with balls still written on my face...
hey boys, thanks for all the pictures of your dick you took with my camera last night...they were really nice to stumble upon while reliving my night in the breakroom today at work
whispering "taste the rainbow" well having sex isn't my biggest turn on.
i yelled out "tuesday" during orgasim. he fucked me into 2 days from now.
I think I should just go up to him and say, "before I invest time in this could I just take a look at your penis?"
I guess you don't remember pouring tequila in the dog bowl and slurping it.
We fucked in your water heater closet. Told you we'd try everywhere.
First day of class and I'm in a bar drinking pitcher #3. Foreshadowing?
I opened my package from my mom today. She put four bottles of tequila in the bottom under my ducky slippers. She knows me way to well.
Haha he puts me in a mood mix of annoyed and... "just get in my pants"
We told you to act sober so to prepare yourself you started doing squats and stretching then you slapped yourself and walked in
She came home, put on the news, left a 20 minute drunk message on her friends machine, then proceeded to play back the entire message laughing hysterically and then just passed out
Quit bitching. I brought you a muffin.
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