Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
dude, best porn name ever, "the Hunt for Red Cocktober"
Only now do I see "not intended for use on skin" warning. Wonderful. But hey, my dick smells like magic marker.
Yeah he kicked my ass... He probably wouldnt have hit me as hard though if I wasnt lauging and yelling " I fucked your sister I fucked your sister" over and over again.
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
He considered it romantic when he told me mid-blow job that no matter what happens, he will "never forget how good of a dick I suck". Verbatim.
she has her graduation year in her skype name, it's like a constant reminder that she's jail bait.
I have a challenge for you: find out where you are. you will receive Taco Bell if you succeed
I'm not about to serve this country to fuckin not have rum and cheezits for breakfast
im not trying to sound dramatic, but im covered in microwavable lasagna
Your cock has been in the back of my throat. Co-worker is no longer a sufficient title. Fix that shit ASAP
I'm definitely closer to having sex in every building on campus than I am to having a post-graduation career/plan/future. Unless that future is getting fucked in lots of buildings. I got that shit on lock down.
- I'm finally learning to be functional when I'm high. I feel like this is a milestone.
We broke up. My life is now 7 inches less.
There’s so much sex at the hospital I’m beginning to think scrubs were invented to make duty booty easier
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