It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
imagine how many guys you'd have sex if you didn't recieve your monthly gift.
I imagine anything that isn't a dilldo attached to a jackhammer, powered by a generator won't be amazing enough for you
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
Became best friends with the hotdog stand creeper outside the bar. Cried and told him my feet hurt too much to walk home then begged him to hire me.
I would makeout with my roommate, but im not drunk enough and she doesnt like bacon fat
I only want to make out with him. Unless I get hungry. In that case I will take him home and screw him as a distraction from eating.
Irrelevant. Does he have queso? That's the real question.
You need Xanax blowdarts
why do you keep saying "she looks like a porn star" like thats a bad thing?
She just got on the scale. frowned, got off and took off her pants and then got back on
I don't know which is worse, the fact that his name is Kevin or the fact that he has a pornstache.
Fucking suck it up and drink your feelings like a normal human being.
And then I woke you by humping you to Lionel Ritchie.
Dude no i feel my liver disintegrating
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