Your mouth is God's brothel.
I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
vagina is talking i cant
When I told her that her boyfriend was making out with another chick, all she said was "which one"
She just called to say she can support a full bottle of vodka between "the girls" now. I'm going over, don't try and stop me.
He says I tipped the waitress ten dollars because she "smelled like pigs in a blanket."
I'm lost. Please come find me. I'm inside the I-270 circle somewhere. I can hear laughing.
I am ina trunk. Iam in a trunnnnnjkk. I hope its yours. Oh manomanomano. Thids better be your trunk
it wasnt even considered partying. it was like "ok, who can get the most shitfaced and not pass out"
when you come home i just want to let you know we are cats now. and we are out of eggs.
Also I'm proud of us for having an educational conversation in this group text.
HEY. NO. THIS IS ABOUT YOU RIGHT NOW. YOUR COCK, MY MOUTH, THATS IT.
I haven't had a bra on since I quit my job.
i think i puked but i couldve been a dream and i may have madeout with a 20 something guy infront of my managers...also possible dream.
He made me cum 3 times, then immediately after sex packed a bowl and passed it to me. Yeah.. I'll keep him.
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