Just fell off a train. Bad.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
I have a completly random but serious question. Can I make a paper mache mold of you ass and turn it into a pinata filled with airplane bottles of liquor? Its for my art class
I can promise you that this new years eve will rival the one from senior year when we got that exchange student deported.
I stole a fireplace last night.
Do what? I was just saying that at some point there's a chance I'll have a boner. Think of it like a guessing game. "Does he have one now?"
Ice that vagina down, get some coffee, and try not to walk with a limp. It's time to dominate, pull it together
The smell came through my closed door. His farts are made of rendered tires, and apparently, ghosts.
I'm a male taking pregnancy tests with every girl at the party. i have no regrets
it's like his dick is making a u-turn.
I reek of vagina.. My cab driver commented.
Sangria Flip Cup was probably one of our worse drunken decisions
Okay, so when I go to meet your grandma, let's do a quick cum check to we don't have another "what's that on your face?" situation.
One day he'll find out I do drugs and stop talking to me.
What will you do then?
Drugs, probably.
I swear I have some evil slut demon in me when I'm blacked out
Don't we all.
Randomize
