He was passed out on the floor holding a beer can, rolled over switched hands and never spilled a drop. We need to practice.
Ok Ghana you win again. Tell you what...Double or nothing over women's tennis, basketball, hockey, war, baseball, golf, swimming, diving, oil spills, box office proceeds, internet porn sites, criminals incarcerated, women's downhill, bass fishing, NASCAR, or GDP?
we made malted milkshakes. malt as in malt liqour.
Didn't get to fuck her. Had to leave abruptly through window. Explain later.
He burnt his arm on the grill, then turned around and started blaming it on the burger buns...I think it's safe to say he's drunk.
Wrestling for my wallet turned into us almost having sex in the middle of the hallway
I drank, I fought, I made my ancestors proud.
And then someone hit me with a pool cue
I don't think that calm, have their shit together people actually exist.
UPDATE: IM NOT A TEEN MOM LETS GO PARTY
I told myself I'd stop after three shots of fireball. Haha HA hA.
I mean, it's just pathetic when the standard is tinder and he can't live up to it.
I found your missing hash cookies. Fuck you and I'm sorry but there are only 2 left. I already had the munchies.
I will take a ruler to your dick so help me god
Full body rubs, head scratches, foot rubs, massages, a penis that is able to get hard whenever you want it. I mean ive got a lot to offer
I want you to worship my cock.
That's not how you start a conversation.
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