I dont know why I dont listen to you more often. He wont stop texting me. And his signature is "dancing with no panties on"
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
I swear god or herbie drove my car home
So not only just find my adoption papers that I didnt know about in my parents house, but they say "child shows some signs of mental retardation".
So the dentist told me I couldn't suck on anything. She emphasized ANYthing.
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.
I specifically found a fat girl to lift me up on her shoulders.\n\nIt was glorious.
He made me hold his dick and say "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good"
She sucks dick like Beethoven on piano, but talking to her is like Simple Jack in Tropic Thunder. Still working out the pros vs cons list.
I traded the garbage men the rest of my handle for a ride home. Best. Walk. Of. Shame. Ever.
I'm sitting here bra-less eating jalepeno candied bacon. You know you want this.
Coming.
Considering we almost incited a riot on behalf of LGBT rights I have to say that was the best time for our moral compass to turn south.
We got really excited for country fried steak then we had sex.
PANTIES FOUND
There's even glitter on my cock...
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