Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
I feel like your standards for women is like rent-a-centers standards for credit.
i'm touring the leper colony via mapquest street view so we dont have to go there
What happened to him?
He was walking right behind us then disappeared.. turns out he checked his luggage at a night club, continued to drink and dance, then slept on the 4th floor of some museum
We are two peas in an std pod
It just gets louder and louder too...dear god. Her poor vagina.
I tried to say goodbye but you were hugging a trash can and I wasn't sure if you had clothes on
I wonder when walk of shame thursdays in the rain will finally make me stop drinking.
I just used my AAA membership to fix a strippers flat tire in return for a lapdance...does that make me a bad person?
when I went into his room, he was sleeping on his stomach, almost as if to silently say, "you're not touching my dick tonight".
No, this place just freaks me out. Like I feel like ill get pregnant just being here. And all those pregnant bellies. It's weird.
I walked into Anna's room this morning and she was like teary eyed, with pizza sauce all over the place
I don't remember what you did, but I DO remember that i'm supposed to hate you for it.
I like the new guy, he keeps beer in the fridge.
PSA Do not blow dry your junk.
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