There comes a time in every man's life where he has to shit in a catbox to prove a point.
just throwing this out there: period starts tomorrow sooo either sex tonight or not until tues/weds.
i get a bj anyways so it's really your choice.
k i'll be over in 5.
When he grabbed my tits it felt like he was either giving me a mammogram or trying to pierce my nipples with his fingers.
I imagine I kinda look like a banana with one boob out.
You had your shirt off checking IDs at the door and you don't even work there
I guess, all I remember was giving you road head the whole way there so you wouldn't fall asleep.
Dude I'm riding a fucking tortoise this is awesome you should come with me more often
Lets just make a point system, like if we have sex add a point, if they leave after take away a point, if they stay all fucking day take away a point
i went to the 24h massage place last night and brought down the price for a hand job from $50 to $12.75 and half the big mac left in my bag.
Just go to your happy place. Mine is with Jake Gyllenhaal & schnapps
Apparently I missed the "You may have to jack off a horse" part of the application.
I'm stuck in a tree and request your assistance ASAP
Just when I thought I was growing up, I go out and TOTALLY REDEEM MYSELF
I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
at the hospital. Kevin drank straight from the river
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