one should ask oneself what kind of lifestyle one is leading when one finds a handprint of semen on their pillow the next day.
i wish i could post a picture of his odd shaped penis on facebook and label it "wtf???"
Drinking mikes hard & watching the swan princess. i fucking LOVE college
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
He's got serious oatmeal ass...take a moment and admire how google voice to text was able to detect oatmeal ass....twice
THE BIG GAY MAD HATTER IS HERE AND HE HAS DRUGS IN HIS PANTS FOR YOU. COME DOWNSTAIRS BITCHEZZZZ
One day. I will touch his hair. I'm curious if it'll be like a soft cloud.
margarita monday on the first day back? my gpa is telling me noo! but my heart is telling me goo! I am conflicted..
I feel like I was eaten by a coyote, then shit over a cliff...
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
We got a kitchen table so we would eat together more. So far we've played drunken monopoly and had sex on it.
I found out his moms name, maiden name, profession, and office location, his dads name and profession, his home phone, picture of their house, all of his work profiles, and the cost of their house. All I'm trying to do is find his damn twitter
someday i'll meet a woman who will love me for my marvelous breasts and ignore my many character faults.
My sister can't give you a handjob and us still be bros.
I don't wanna SLEEP with him, I want to start bar fights with him. There's a difference.
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