Well to be completely honest its more of a 'i wanna do things to you that your parents would not enjoy hearing about' mood
It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
he's mad because you were 'slandering his penis'.
He told me that I smelled like a Glade Plug-in, then sang the Menard's jingle in it's entirety in between kissing me.
He's coming back with me for the week. It took me saying "I don't wanna drive myself home... I'm better as a passenger giving road head" for him to jump at it. Rack another one up for my magical openings.
She stopped mid hookup to ask me if we'd be done before Taco Bell closed.
That penis will go down in history. It's the Helen of Troy of dicks. I will conquer it and the tale will live on for future generations to learn from
Moment of the day: as we leave the restaurant, she reaches into my pocket, pulls out her panties, and angrily marches to her car. I felt like a sketchy magician.
That would be a dream come true. Seriously, he's like my mount everest, my life's ambition is to climb him.
He just tried to eat my hair and he keeps talking about pissing on everything, come home soon I beg of you
We woke up in the room with a hamburger patty on the bed side table, one bun across the room, and the other bun under my pillow. Still don't know who ordered room service.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
We hooked up last night. I think it was great for our friendship.
Bill says he deeply regrets the incident with the soda bottle
Yeah, but i got vodka and bacon out of it, so it's fine.
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