no more duck duck goose at the bar
It was awesome explaining why I had a tiger with boxers in my bed, a little bit drunk, to a girl in a pre-sex moment
I'm not surprised. You have the libido of an Italian soccer team.
You know you have crossed to the dark side of marriage when a nap is more important than jacking off
She sat next to me on the couch and said "word going around is you got a sweet cock". My nickname problem was solved!
You did it first. I was merely expressing my support for you, by pressing my testicles against a window.
I just screamed IM THE CHUPACABRA and jumped on his dick. I need to evaluate my life choices.
What section do you want to sit in? The screaming girls section or the "when you guys were popular I was straight and pretended not to like you guys" section?
We inadvertently arrived at the strip club on Bear Night. The dancers all look like young Santa Claus and there's a buffet....
You're like a human soul vacuum cleaner.
I think I just read the whole internet. Front to back.
How long do I have to listen to him talk about the chickens before telling him I just really want to fuck? Note: it's already been twelve minutes.
There are only a few things more freaky than wandering around a zoo drunk.
I sure hope so...I wonder if he could tell in that email that I'm really good at blow jobs. Hopefully he heard that tone. Any means necessary.
Give me the sexing that I truly desire and I will reveal to you the mysterious location of the PBR's
Randomize
