I told her I would melt her with my mustache. Needless to say, he pants were soon off.
And then he told me he had the vodka, but he was still in line at WIC for the juice.
I hope my theory books are in my locker, but if not, I guess I can always share with you.
Who said I want to share with you?
You've sucked my dick, I'm pretty sure you don't care if I look at your theory book.
No I remember falling down the stairs I just don't remember it hurting.
the nurse was shocked when I handed her a cup of green piss. what did she expect giving me a drug test on st. patty's day?
it's so much work when my dad takes my car to get fixed, i had to take out the bottles, condoms, and my pipe
She is only going home with him in hopes to give him herpes. She has been plotting some master revenge since 7th grade.
there were staples in my comforter. what kind of sex did we even have?
She's echoing.. Her head must be in the toilet..
you were yelling that somebody needed to take your bra off with such enthusiasm my first thought was that you were on fire.
Hey, please tell me that you and dad are having actual steaks tonight and I did not just get sexted by my dad
Over 50% of the drunkest nights I have ever had began with me saying "I'll just drink my dinner" to you.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
This is what happens when you leave: I get all vulnerable and I make out with the cowboy to shut him up about Jesus.
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