I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
the new term for farting is butt boxing.
I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
Drunk at a girls little league game. Hello summer.
That glade motion activator thing keeps going off every time we pass the bong. I don't know what I'm getting high off right now.
We were squawking at each other for over an hour like chickens. Literally. Never touching the stuff again and never again showing my face at that Denny's.
He ripped off his shirt and tried to give me CPR. That damn bong.
We're knee deep in HJ's right now.
I feel like he's only with me because no one else would blow him.
High with mom again. She's giving me relationship advice.
Having a man strip on demand was an awesome way to start birthday. What more could a girl ask for? U the best!
Dude. You gotta go home. I think I left the snake hanging on the chandelier.
I woke up naked under desk at her apt once during my freshman year. I should have known that friendship was of a different breed...
No gifts needed, but if you have fireworks or weed that'd be good.
My dick has been in way too much crazy the past 2+weeks, but hey it feels good to fuck consistently again
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