you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
the best part about being a teacher is there are always 20 little kids around me to blame my farts on
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
I just typed 14 shots of Smirnoff into my calorie count toolbar. Then typed pole dancing 1.5hrs into the calorie burner search. Should break even.
She was so wet my fingers were literally pruney when I got done with her
The last thing i remember was high fiving everyone on the planet.
I just spewed blue gatorade in the shower. It looked like the ocean.
I guess he was telling a totally normal story about being a lifeguard and I wouldn't stop screaming "THAT'S LUDICROUS" at random intervals.
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
I did the crab walk everywhere because I was drunk enough that it was easier than standing up.
From time to time I think I'm happy for a second and then I remember how a guy stopped me from giving him head on my birthday weekend.
I caved man... I fucked her so vigorously, desperately trying to correct her wonky eye. My determination was relentless.
You are a terrible person.
I just try to be optimistic...
.It's like gods test of willpower against vaginal comfort
When the state fair security guard came to yell at her for having outside food and drink she threatened to kick him if he tried to stop her and then she proceeded to chug the whole bottle.
classic
long story short, the bouquet was used as a sacrificial torch
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