Black lace...the rest is up to ur imagination
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
At this point I feel like i'm never going to be sober, and it's frightening
I totally need to blow more fat guys. His cum tasted like vanilla ice cream
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
I may or may not juuuust be reaching the point where I find some humor from waking up in the parking lot at the standard.
He told his ice cream cone it 'looked cute' and then started to cry. The Dairy Queen people were not pleased.
I suppose I should wish you a happy one year of bumping uglies
I think his roommates are using word magnets to tell me that they can hear us. His fridge currently says, "Chris ate out naughty girl."
dude, no lie, I would make out with you in front of them wearing nothing but a rainbow colored speedo
I wonder if a fish could survive in vodka
I could
We were in his kitchen and she turned to me with a straight face and an avocado in her hand and said "Can we steal this?"
She's on her period. You don't know what fear is.
He compared my blow job skills to finding gold treasure in a gold chest, so there's that.
Watching South Park, doing sit-ups and drinking tequila. In other words, my night is going pretty good.
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