i have it on good authority that she is not as good at giving head as she claims she is
but instead of smelling like hand cream and homemade cookies, she smells like a yeast infection.
the best part was when he threw his debit card on the table, looked at everyone and said "turn this into pizza!" It felt like a scene in a 'coming of age' teen comedy.
he just tried to lick my eyebrow. thats the deal breaker.
This place doesnt have redbull or serve shots. Its like they are at war with fun.
okay, certainly we can't screw this up, and even as I type, I know we will
check off brunette on the list of girls tht hit me with there cars and then fucked me later
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
Nothing says I've got my life together like vomiting on the groom and passing out at your youngests sisters wedding
Be ready for a dog pile. On your head. With my ass.
So I come home yesterday and my brother is like "watch this" and it turns out he's been retraining my dog to come running when u say "anal"
I'm worried about your health. And your boobs. Actually, health, then boobs. Health first, boobs second. And third.
Not sure what happened last night, but I woke up without a shirt on and cereal glued to my boobs...
My hands smell like vagina and ham.
Why do so many fanfic writers want to see hockey players get pregnant?
Randomize
