I have a very awkward question for you. Could you possibly take my black dildo. My mom wants to clean my room.
I learned his name tonight. This now makes him a real person. Obviously, I no longer want to sleep with him.
I don't think there's a better bc pill reminder then when teen mom comes on
i put his shirt in a ziplock bag to preserve his smell
please tell me you are kidding me
they bet me shots that I couldn't give people piggyback rides around the club just cause I'm 125lbs and a girl...I had a line forming after the third guy.
You probably don't remember this but last night I bought you a lap dance from a stripper that had nipples that looked like runny eggs....you're welcome.
But you can still look for dick after you find Jesus.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
I know. But whatever I'll just eat cold pizza and play with my cats by candlelight
I feel bad for her, but I feel like she's one of those resource-raping alien civilizations that visits planets, decimates them and then leaves. Those really aren't the qualities I appreciate in a friend. Ya know?
We took her out for fresh air and next thing we knew, she was stumbling around the backyard picking dead leaves up off the ground and putting them in her shirt to "save them".
To be clear you just said "I'll give you a baby" as a sext?
I just fuked with kevins application and made it say that he does conjugal visits for community service
hey some people donate their time while apparently kevin donates his body
there's still a lot i don't remember, like why my iphone's nailed to your wall
theres a girl in the library eating whip cream out of a starbucks cup... only whip cream, im way to high for this shit
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