I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
Hey dude. Went to the hospital. Call me when you get up
i have a strong urge to join the asians in the park doing tai chi. I think im still high .
I just talked to a CEO of a fortune 500 company while pooping. I LOVE being self employed.
i think of them as a grilled chicken salad and a fried chicken biscuit. obviously Amy is better for me, but when i'm eating her all i can think about is how much better the blonde must taste.
it's official, i've been high in 26 different states, and three different countries.
I hope your lack of response means you're banging, not talking about her purity ring.
My head feels like a nest made of hair and cum
So I've been thinking about this, and I've decided my bed is magic. Every time I change the sheets, a new boy is in my bed. I own the Sheets of Dreams-if I change them, they will come.
Almost to work. And still feel hungover. Like my body is trying to regenerate after dying. Full on zombie shit. But like, one of those zombies from warm bodies that comes back to life slowly.
I woke up with Pop Rocks stuck to my ass
Google imaged your anal issues. Seems fuckable still.
Turns out he's just a recently divorced IT guy. Not a wizard.
He lives 20 minutes away driving distance and decided to walk. I talked to him today and he took a nap along the way... In a cemetery.
just had sex in the back of my high school auditorium #dreamcumtrue
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