There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
Does the phrase 'traumatizing near-threesome' mean anything to you.
from the looks of the bare footprints in the snow it looks like i was dancing in circles which explains the frozen puke
Home, forcing the cats to make out. Someone should get some.
You drank everything last night. It was like this huge deconstructed long island that went on for 5 hours
Important info for allergy season. An orgasm will unblock stuffy sinuses.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
we've had our differences but let's set them aside, go home and fuck
Oh my God, that is a gorgeous man. And I wasn't even gay until five minutes ago.
Yeah I don't even know dude. This shit has reached new levels of ridiculous. Let's hope baby Jesus gallops down a rainbow on a sparkling unicorn and wills that bitch clean. I think that's the best chance we've got.
I'm sitting on my couch eating a bag of marshmallows and watching someone run bare ass down the street. What has happened to my life?
Forever getting my life back together in gas station bathrooms.
I did not know male screamers existed until now. Good for him. Good for my ego.
Just woke up in a Price Chopper bathroom stall with a half eaten cake on the floor. Had to get a ride from the waitress I made out with. What happened to "Don't let me drink Tequila?"
I lied.
He invites me over for to adderall and chill. Academic Tuesday
Randomize
