you got kicked out last night because right after you said "whats up?" to us, you downed your whole vodka ton and threw it across the bar.
I told her I had to go to work this morning, got fully dressed in a suit, walked her out, drove around the block, parked, and walked right back in my apt and went back to sleep..
by the end of the night i am guaranteed to have less of a face than Seal....
its hard to take this fight seriously when one dude is an oompa loompa, and the other is a "g spot"
Ong my arms are moving wo my consent
The money is just too good to quit doing it. I'm using the same justification strippers use.
I rigged together two of my vibrators for more power... I've created a monster.
When the cops pulled up I just stood flat against the fence with my hands up while yelling out,"I'm a tree!!"...
Weird come down, just saw a woman on the train go to grab something and realised she had terrifying hands. They literally filled me with dread. I don't think I'm ok.
There's a certain feeling that only comes from wearing pearls to hide hickeys
So he got the TA job but i told him its not official until we have a quickie on his desk. He offered to break into his office. He doesnt start until this fall.
He's hot, you can get laid, and you may get free drugs. It's the trifecta of banging a drug dealer
I fit in backpacks. BOOM HERE I AM! Like a stripper from a cake.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT uncuff him no matter how much he begs. He knows what he did.
Right after i got done cumming i sat back and gave a big Ric Flair "WOOOOOO!"
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