Well I'm glad to hear the fight wasnt over his small dick.
weed salsa. i deserve a nobel prize
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I could write a book on how to barely get by in community college. I just took an online quiz on my phone, at the bar, 6 minutes before it was due.
I don't know what to tell you, usually I would just ask if they'd like to meet the captain. If you can't get laid it's your problem.
The last bar we left there was a sausage stand right outside and I apparently felt bad those guys were working that late, so I bought a $9 sausage, gave it to some drunk kid and said "I support local businesses!!" I'd say I've done my civic duty.
Ugh I miss culture and lesbians already
Bright side: maybe hell start being nice to you now that you know he has erectile dysfunction.
I remember nothing except the fact it happened and I ate doritos and we highfived a lot
BoomCity!!!
You don't have to text me that every time you have sex. I already heard you ring the gong.
There is naked swordfighting and something green and alcoholic going on in the basement. COME. OVER. NOW.
But how do I turn off the feelings though?
Vodka.
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
I am naked, and drinking straight gin with a flat tonic chaser. I had such greater hopes for myself as a child.
yea...tonic water is fucking gross.
she grabed my junk and started making lightsaber noises
I wonder if you could get her in a metal bikini
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