My whole home page is your drunken face booking, congrats.
Welp...herpes.
Cruel joke of nature. Hair on head runs from face, and hides on various parts of body. Aging sucks.
I love seeing you outside of a bar. It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
Do you need a place to sleep? Cause I fucked in the guestroom a few weeks ago and never washed the sheets. But if you don't care neither do I.
He started crying and showing me pictures of his ex. she was really pretty. It's an honor to have shared a penis with her.
On an unrelated note: I'm also a big advocate of the "never waste a boner" theory.
My right arm is handcuffed to my leg... Please help.
#1 benefit of having an equality sticker on my car: some girl flashed me while i was driving home
my vagina hasn't met your boyfriend yet ... makes me sad
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
I want your cock.
All we are is dust in the wiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnd
I walked into my room last night at 4 am and there's a random dude in his boxers eating oatmeal on my futon. I looked at him and went to bed
I'm not trying to take your husband away from you, but can we have another 3way soon? I'm just desperate for good dick.
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