I got a chicken sandwich and a frosty out of her. Better then having sex
so when we were booking the hotel and plane tickets for vegas we reserved a chapel for someone, it's inevitable.
I just remember thinking, if she falls asleep, I'm totally eating that spilled chex mix right off of her.
I know, but I was really high and I felt like a failure dragon because I could only blow smoke, no fire.
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
let's just say if he has a penis and he hypothetically needs to put it somewhere... i would take care of that for him.
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
My dad got me a charm braclet....his way of trying to support my gayness....
All I remember is waking up with 3 penises pointed at my face. I also remember enjoying that a lot. And then I threw up in their shower.
I mean thanks for the bj but i wanna forget everything that happened last night between 11 and 5
I am just saying if Clark Kent walks into your life, you fuck him
strip vodka pong is never a good idea. I saw into his colon when he picked up the ball off the floor
this is the first time in over a year I had a pregnancy scare and actually would have known who the father was. I guess this is what adulthood feels like.
I swear to fucking god if he takes away netflix I will have no problem sending his gf our sex videos
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