I had a disgustingly explicit dream last night involving myself and lil wayne.
the vast amounts of cleavage i'm sporting to my final says "no, I didn't study but don't worry I've got something lined up for when I don't graduate".
bailing my boss out of jail is a great way to spend memorial day
high in an attic. pig roast in 10.
i should not be allowed to orgasm that much in one day.
Fuck him for salsa, please. I heard its a good recipe.
Rachel and his cat watched us 69 last night. I pretended to be embarrassed the next day... But to be honest I like an audience
IF SOMEONE ASKS YOU IF YOU WANT THE GOOD DRUGS YOU SAY YES.
You're right. Single life welcomed me back with open arms. It's like it knew it wasnt going to be long when I left.
My mom just told me my dad shaves his pubes while drunk and I don't know how to feel anymore.
I can smell the sangria seeping out of my pores
well, mom whipped her new boobs out at the dining room table. So yeah you could say we had a pretty casual thanksgiving
his penis was like the majestic horn of a unicorn and I came like a million trumpeting rainbows.
I someohow managed to lose my butt plug in tne midst of moving to B.C. and I am not a happy camper.
I can't believe the MLB is making the NHL look good.
Randomize
