Don't really want to talk about it. You were right. She had a whole jar of toenail clippings on her nightstand that she chews on "when her fingernails are too short." Direct quote.
so let's talk penis.
You saying I have a drinkingg problem is like saying Superman has a flying problem.
She keeps referring to it as an "us" Either she is seriously mistaken on what fuck buddies are or she learned another meaning of the word "us"
He poured syrup on all those broken dishes because "syrup is magical, and by the time we wake up, they'll be fixed."
the first sign of life we got from you was four hours later. you smiled without opening your eyes when tom whispered in your ear we were getting buffalo wings.
i just peed with my friends in your backyard... do you still live here
Did you pour a hundred fucking pounds of sand in my car last night?
lol... you weighed it?
She really is something else.
Words cannot describe what though. The best way to describe her is to say it like watching a bear and a whale have sex. You don't know why it's happening or how. But it's rather funny and you can't look away.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
I just spilled my beer on a five year old. She's crying but I can promise you I'm more upset.
Why did I ever allow that penis to enter my sacred temple?
I was basically just fingering myself and thinking about space.
Quick question—how good are you at digging holes? I mean, besides the one you've dug for yourself. asking for a friend
I ripped ass in on and around her face during a hard 69. I don't think she'll ever call me again.
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