We pinky-swore to never fuck each other again.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
It would be one hovered percent delicioui
If it was designed to hold water, it was designer to hold wine
Doing Jager Bombs on a Sunday morning is justified...How else is my team going to win?
She told me I made the cut, and to write my name and number on the white board by the door. I was the 7th number down.
Dude that's beautiful. I've never heard of someone smoking with their bunny.
I feel like I have a connection with him. A marijuana-induced-spiritual connection.
Don't worry, I'm sure your thrusting skills are on point.
Phil and I agree that the level of sand in your vagina rivals that of many of the earth's largest deserts
Who put the meatball sub on my door handle?
That was just an endearing nickname I called you before. I'm not gonna call you a filthy slut now that you are one, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
She'd probably like you more if you'd stop fucking her husband.
I was really surprised he asked for my number the next morning..... and my name.
Her tits are so fantastic they gave him a panic attack.
I just baptized you in budweriser and you were cool with it
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