I had a dream last night that I was the one that killed Biggie
he keeps dipping things in ranch and feeding them to me
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
It is scary how often "just flash him" is your advice.
no, forget the keg and come see this. prego pants here is dunking chicken nuggets into pudding and crying over a cat show on animal planet.
Oh and I ate all of your Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Consider it part of your reparation payment for accidental anal insertion. I may continue to collect payments until I am no longer sore.
I was so high I told him we should rub faces and pretend to be wombats. He was surprisingly enthusiastic about it.
His penis has been a bonding mechanism beyond comparison.
I guess I could probably fit that in between deep self reflection and teenage mutant ninja turtles
He told me I was his first American. I feel like I should've brought a flag to plant on him.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
Also I would love to pregame at your place if I weren't stuck at mine drinking laxatives
My soul is telling me that I need to take this exam naked.
Finally fucked my buddy's mom!! We are both ten years older and for her it really shows but i hit it!!
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