I didn't realize how hung over I was until I rolled over and the world rolled over with me.
obviously my correlation between being a pro surfer and being extremely good in bed was 100% wrong.
just threw all of the fireworks into the bonfire. thats why there are firetrucks.
I like your house better though. Cause it has febreeze and lube.
I don't think you have any idea how kinky that sounds.
I guess I tried to spit on a homeless man on the walk home...Out. Of.Hand.
I would have to gauge my vagina to make it fit.
Now that you're back together are you gonna tell him you set his stuff on fire?
My name in their phones is "That Girl". If i can't get it to go away, I might as well live up to it.
Then, she put flavored warming oil on my dick and was amazed when something she bought FROM SPENCER'S almost burned my dick off.
Sweet tea and masterbation. It's how I manage.
Pizza and koolaid didn't even make me feel better. This hangover means business
I woke up naked with a $20 bill taped to my titty, so I must of had fun.
I fucked him on my yoga mat. Then we wake and baked and ate granola. So yes, you could say I found my center.
I just had to explain to a 5 year old why I had fuzzy handcuffs hidden in a macaroni box under my bed.
You drunk? Cause I have a terrible idea...
Randomize
