I saw his package. It spoke to me.
you hand the children out the window. i'll pour the drinks.
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
Calvin and Hobbes are double-teaming a butterfly. They're in the bathroom, and drawing a crowd.
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
just tell her a well fed dog doesnt stray far from the porch, and if that doesnt work just keep fucking her sisters
they night at the roxbarryed us. came out of nowhere,bought us shots, and then the big one licked my hand? we got out of that noise.
Lets now bow our heads and think of girls with ex boyfriends who were great at fingering them. That's so sad.
Nothing ends a night of heavy drinking better than banging to three six mafia in your own driveway
It's Been clinically proven that people who have sex 6 or more times per week are happier than those who don't. Just and FYI. For your mental health. From a soon so be psychologist. Who is drunk.
I just came so hard my hamstring felt like it was going to tear. I am also now a screamer
She touched my penis and started laughing. She did the same thing when she blew me.
I peed outside 4 times after the bar, safe to say I had great night
I’ve lost count of how many disciplines of science this conversation about Harry Potter has gone through.
The weekend was a blur. There was vodka and penises and orgasms. I played a game of Cock Roulette and won big
Randomize
