I saw his package. It spoke to me.
the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
Apparently I was playing rock paper scissors against myself for 2 hours in the bathroom mirror.
Technically this isn't a church so we could have been drinking this whole time.
when we asked you if you had had anything to drink tonight you looked up from the toilet while cupping the water into your hands and said "this.. just this"
We were all singing so you said you were going to play a percussion instrument... the crackers.
I swallowed for you. Answer the phone.
I don't really want to have sex with him, I'd just want him in a threesome. Does that make sense?
After getting all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed I asked my dentist how much better would I be at head
we managed to melt a few different forms of plastic into the cannibutter....
We had sex and he ended up in the hospital... don't know if I should be worried or proud.
I just want to braid flowers into his hair and steal all of his pills.
When he pulled out it sounded like a balloon deflating
He only has one ball. it was like fucking a cyclops.
I see more hoeing in ur future
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