I wasn't fucked. I was just drunk, because i was still able to walk into the woods and masterbate.
He is like that thing on the menu you would eat because nothing else looks remotely edible.
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
guess they didn't have any donuts in her size.
words of advice: black light parties reveal cum stained clothing.
the last thing i remember is inserting the sippy stray into the jack daniel's.
It was the worst sex ever. All she did was tap on my balls with her hands like she was in a reggae band.
Came to from my blackout with native american warrior facepaint on I'm too old for this shit
The facepaint not the blacking out
that bitch in the red sedan is still teasing me with the ice cream cone. i'm going to show her my dick
You need to fuck him. The man has his own Wikipedia.
You're an asshole. I don't want your dick as my background. I'll look like I have a thumb fetish.
He put a canoe in the lazy river at the water and started paddling away from security
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
WELP I KNOW THE HAPPY HOUR DRINKS WERE GOOD BECAUSE MOM JUST INFORMED ME I AM THE RESULT OF POKED HOLE IN THE DIAPHRAGM
either he just commented on my nose ring or he's offering me cocaine, I honestly can't tell
Randomize