so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
and that's why we call him explosion in my pants. no one remembers his real name.
Her vagina should come with caution tape.
after last night i think it would be a good idea if i wrote a will... you know, just in case.
My lab manual has instructions for making home wine. Room project?
I came so hard that my back seriously popped like 5 times.
His penis will pick the quickest route to vagina. it's like an biological onstar.
Just grabbing my bra from a history teacher's desk in the Humanities building. Maybe I should stop drinking on weeknights
Will you push me around in a wheel chair, introduce me to people, and say nothing as I get up and walk away?
I just had the weirdest moment. Made eye contact at the bar with a girl who has seen my vagina.
I now have a bottom rung on my kissing scale. Like I can say "Well. On a scale of Matt to Braxton he was probably a Zach." It's the little things.
And I wasn't prepared because its been a very long and lonely season and I wasn't expecting to find dick at Press Box trivia night....
At 38 I had to open a Snapchat account to communicate with my 21 yr bf. where is my life going.
Of fucking course I get my period on Valentine's Day...
I am certain that you would be a mere freckle on the behemoth of slutty that has taken place at this complex.
Randomize
