He's married, but his wife isn't my neighbor so I don't feel bad about coveting him.
$1 pitcher night should be outlawed.
either my laughing turned him on, or he wanted to shut me up. either way, i dont care. it was amazing.
At least he could have found a MILF, she's a dbl bagger. No wonder he goes to counseling.
Yeah..you can't spell Prozac without Zac(h).
It's the foolproof way to identify who didn't get laid last night
the last thing i remember is ordering pitchers of white russians....
we all took turns holding you up and pretending that you were simba and that we were presenting you to the jungle
The basket that the Naughty Easter bunny left for you at my house might keep us entertained for a little while...
i would have fingered myself to death by now but the dog wont stop staring at me
I need Jameson.
Yea? How do you think I feel? Your job during the delivery is to keep that flask ready. The moment our kid pops out, I'm taking a shot.
That awful moment when there is no more beer and you find yourself considering tequila and aloe juice.
what better to celebrate not being pregnant than to eat a bowl full of rum soaked pineapples?
He didn't have much of a personality. But I had like 100 orgasms, so that's cool.
I had forgotten what new underwear feels like. It's as if angels descended from heaven for the sole purpose of supporting my junk.
I think the cats may be lesbians. It could just be a two hour mutual bath but it sure looks like a 69.
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