Yes, it's true. 4 fingers.
Im a photoshop master, i successfully reduced the size of the pupils of all the girls I made out last night with to prove they were not that drunk. So glad the camera goes home with me.
he started drinking at 9am with grey goose and pancakes. He IS my hero.
they shut off the water. shaving my legs with soda. that desperate.
He looks like he'd be great Lego character.
he got everyone in a room, turned off the lights and started throwing knives at the wall. if you got hit, you had to drink...
there's a strong possibility i came on your eyeliner last night bathroom sex was unplanned and rather messy sorry
i showed up sober to class for the first time. my prof said that i was "off my game today". i love philosophy
I'm thinking blowjobs and wheelchair sex should be part of any post-injury wellness plan.
Of the 4 nights I've gone downtown this week, I've been "piss in the parking lot" drunk 5 times
we dropped acid in chinatown. worst. idea. ever. too many colors. and nobody has any idea where steve is.
I can't tell if you're talking about my pussy or Cape Cod.
He fed me Girl Scout cookies while I was still tied up...what did I do right?
How did they ever let a trainwreck like myself run a bar?!
I guess it's too forward to greet him with a blow job?
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