I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
he whispered in my ear that he would be upstairs and i should come up. i stayed downstairs. he came back down and repeated to whisper in my ear. this happened about 5 times until he passed out.
I'm seriously so bored I'm seeing how many rooms I can masturbate in before I get caught.
Four. Poor grandma...
I asked about his 3 inch scar on his chest. It's from when he had to castrate a bull on the estancia. Apparently this is how good bull meat is made.
I found a vibrator in my car and it's not mine...this is becoming a weird day.
6 other girls and I took an ice cream truck to the bar when we couldn't get a cab. Best birthday ever.
Besides the whole peeing blood for a week thing, it was the best sex of my life.
Yea I saw a friend of yours carrying your limp body somewhere
I'm gonna eat you out with that hat on so it looks like beaker's doing it. And I'm gonna go "memememememe"
I'm gonna rob all up in that cradle
Well, somebody (me) put on reindeer antlers, crawled around on the floor, and meowed at people... So yeah, I'd say it was "one of those nights"
The struggles of a small town man whore
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
I just found out how I got home last night. The bartenders found me sitting in the brush peeing and called me a cab. Have you seen my underwear?
I'm listening to a women in metal station and wearing a flannel. I may have approached peak lesbian.
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