oh god the rape fog is back!
I've been deciding between brands of bagels for 20 minutes. This why I doint smoke weed.
he was already passed out before we got there, so i already knew i was going to like him
and unfortunately for you, hallmark doesnt make a "sorry i was getting a blowie in the backseat of your car while you were driving, projectiled my jizz onto your hand, and caused you to crash" card
I have a question, if it paid really well, like ridiculously well, would you be a restaraunts under the table resident blowjob girl?
I feel like I was just dunked in a tub of beer and then thrown in a giant dryer with rocks in it.
she's doing key bumps of parmesean cheese
P.S. The slutty NASCAR driver costume will be saved and used year round for role play.
You told the entire smokers deck that you were blowing .08 now and anyone else willing later
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
I got to walk around for eight hours wearing power armor and acting camp. No way I wouldn't love it.
How is it possible for someone who gets so many dick picks sent to her, to be experiencing such a complete and utter lack of dick IRL.
whatever. i don't need to be drunk to tell you i'd suck your dick if you had one.
He literally poured blue Gatorade on me after we had sex and said "good game" all over my white sheets
I think I just read the whole internet. Front to back.
Randomize
