Your mouth is God's brothel.
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
Just desperately used the "it's a boy" cigar I saved from my\nnephews birth to roll a blunt
I brought his matress to the living room we're laying on it listening to rick james drinking vodka
If I weren't her cousin I'd take advantage of her and this low point in her life.
Heard in class today that they replaced our carpet in last years apartment because they couldn't get the smell out, dude we smoked way to much pot last year.
I woke up with his condom in my mouth. I actually use them now you should be proud of me.
Seriously babe, why do I keep waking up with bruises on my nipples? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME IN MY SLEEP?
Actually, scratch that, I'm not sure I want to know.
If you hear a loud thud and smell ozone, I may have been electrocuted.
Under no circumstances is tits McGee to make that kind of decision about my life!
Is it weird that I'm smoking a cig on my back patio in a sports bra and underwear?
Would you like to get a drink then hook up or reverse order I don't really care. Hopefully you can keep this between us.
He in a way got kinda cockblocked by Jesus
Come on in and take your pants off
This is what I get for listening to Christians.
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