I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
Its like fucking yourself in the head with a weed strapon
He gets a blow job; I get my oil changed free of charge. And that way I only see him every 2500 miles.
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
It's national boyfriend day supposedly, would it be appropriate if I posted a picture of my dildo?
The funny thing is, we kinda did bring guys home cause you had a fort...
She failed the Charleston discretion test, although puking in her armpit was very innovative.
Showering in not my own throw up is really hittin the spot right now.
You don't know scared until you've just begun the first stage of an acid trip till a guy on stilts with a creepy mustache and beard says "enter the Forrest"
As pissed as she was, you would've thought I was trying to get back into his pants instead of his booze collection.
I'll take "things you shouldn't say to a guy you just met in a bar" for 100!
if i get arrested im counting on you to get a picture of it
Just want the two of you to know, I went to a golf tournament today. Respectable, expensive… Flipped the golf cart. Seriously, I'm 40. What the fuck?
as a side note pls kill me
I'm drunkenly throwing popcorn at a spider, fuck him. Why does his scary 8 legs get to be happy?
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