Can't remember why I called but it definitely had something to do with Lou Bega
the young, male pastor of my church has a jesus fish tramp-stamp. I made him show me.
vagina is talking i cant
He promised he'd be the first bidder on my ebay item if i went home with him. Worth it.
my goal is to masturbate without thinking about my exbf.
He's got a wife and three kids but I'm into being that mistake.
I woke up next to her will a oven mit taped to my cock. Dear god, I might have tried to use it as a condom.
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
on the way home I asked you what exit we get off at and your answer was "just like the goldfish"
definitely not taking the whole return culture shock so well...drinking a 100 proof rootbeer vodka float out of a german beer mass
You haven't had the true md experience until you've had your crotch grabbed by a drunk stripper with a snaggle tooth in front of your coworkers.
Where the royal fuck are you??
The depths of vodka hell.
He said he would pay my bar tab if he couldn't answer my question. He lost to the age old question of our youth. Why did pogs go out of style.
I'm not sure. But a mason jar of drug free urine just as soon as anyone can would be so awesome.
Then again, he has huge mansions.
*manboobs.
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