If it wasnt for meatballs I would have fucking killed myself already.
Still waiting. He said he'd call between 2 and 10... apparently he's like the Comcast of drug dealers.
if we break up, who will get the dealer?
Moral of the story: don't get pregs or your chances in the beer league are over
sorry for the blank pocket text. My penis obviously has nothing to say to you.
She did my hair, then ate me out. Switching teams was an awesome decision.
Im not coming back to that place until im drunk. If I walk in there sober Ill start screaming uncontrollably. Not words, just sounds.
You christened everyone with a powdered doughnut and then tried to absorb vodka with your nipple.
What we have is to special to throw away over a woman who spreads her butt cheeks on a pool table for me...
See? I told you no boy in roller skates could be entirely straight.
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
I went to her house she had a kid pool in her living room watching the vacation channel drinking rum out of the bottle saying" life is what you make it. Mines a vacation!!!"
I could definitely fill a shot glass w my cum
please don't
He named his newborn baby after a character in the Hobbit and that is literally keeping me up at night.
He ate me out in the passenger seat of his Range Rover in a Tim Hortons parking lot. I could hear “oh canada” on the radio from a nearby school as I came. Most patriotic orgasm ever!
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