This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Hey fuck you and your taint. I'm just riding a canoe called life, back the fuck off. P.s. I need a ride
RA chick in a Christmas onsie chased us up 5 flights of stairs. I need to stop violating guest policy
There are several different types of life sentences in my purse right now.
A blow job from a tiger shark would still entail less risk to your genitals than having sex with her.
I mean, two foreign guys have drunkenly confessed their love for her, so she's clearly doing something right.
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
That's fine. It's not illegal to bring ham into a museum.
I am all the way hung over and want nothing more in this world than a McMuffin. Happy day after Thanksgiving.
If he refers to me as slump buster one more fucking time.
I'm trying to blow this guy down here can you please get my husband out of the house.
His mom wants to come see the dorm.
Hide the whip.
I am a taco. I am also really high.
I've always seen you more as a chimichanga.
He only has one ball. it was like fucking a cyclops.
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