grandma shit on top of the toilet
like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
The plus side of allergy season is that after our weekend coke binge my runny nose fits right in.
So there I was.....spitting on my goldfish just to keep it alive.
He kept saying that the puke outside the theater wasn't his and it was all a set up to keep him from partying with the whores. Then he passed out on the sidewalk.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
We uncovered another pile of vomit after you left. And i am not talking about the one in the vase
I'm just saying, asking "Are you happy with me?" during a handjob is simply unfair and scientifically inadmissiable.
I feel like I need to get a restraining order against him but I'd probably be the one to break it.
It'll be a pair of asscheeks that light up when they're summoned.
after attempting to eat a candy cane bigger than my hand i have determined there's no way to eat this that doesn't seem erotic
We trekked into the state forest, laid the comforter down and he proceeded to tell me that we could stay here and stargaze, turned me around and fucked me like the lion king.
i swear i was one second from getting his number and then the shrooms kicked in
He deserves a nobel prize for his dick-giving abilities. 10/10, would ride again.
I asked you why you bought a sword and you then replied with the greek alphabet and then tried to assure me that samurais are apart of greek life.
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