it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
hes wearing the same tie today that i tied him up with last night.i wanna go home
Her mom is home on her lunch break. Guess who's hiding In the Closet?
No she had like 2 shots and started ironing her clothes and whispering random shit in my ear
Tis the season to puke in grandma's bathroom
Only the gays. Guy gives me a handjob in the steam, then changes next to me under his towel
Only the gays
Then pass out next to me, I'll be under a pong table or a park bench. Really depends on the weather during Mifflin
Well at least you learned that cops don't like when you call them frenchy. Nice dive over the fence by the way.
Half of my brain feels like I donated it to science and they basically just poured jack Daniels on it and put out cigarettes into it before returning it to my skull
Go big or go home. Or get a live in house boy you met 7 years ago and feel like you have unfullfilled potential. You know, the usual
Its like her house is inhabited by 50 year old lesbian water color artists with a throw pillow fetish
My tights ended up on the driveway folded neatly. Any ideas how that happened?
I shaved my pussy for you. If you complain about a single hair that I missed again, you will be greeted by a bush the next time you go down on me and i will MAKE YOU KEEP GOING
my extended weekend of being as irresponsible as possible started with blowing the bartender in the bar bathroom. off to a good start.
We're not ready for visitors right now.
wtf? who's we?
The Royal We: Me, My Vag, and I.
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