why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
rhymes with "ouble enetration"
I had just got her shirt off when I realized that I was about to fuck Chewbacca from Star Wars. The way she moaned confirmed that I was.
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
She tags her boyfriend in all of her pictures on her heart...
While I was banging her, her cell rang. She checked to see who it was, answered it, and moaned, "I'm dumping you."
There's a sign at Bashas for 30% off of 6 bottles of wine in Friday. That seems like a personal challenge.
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
First and foremost she's my friend, but she's also a mistake I make when I'm drunk
I'm sitting in my room naked waiting for him. When he gets here im going to make him do 20 pushups and lick my clit for a hour
is that a sigh of girlish delight, or "sigh...I'm having a herpes outbreak'
Can't it be both?
Take a shit and have a hit. It's the Sunday Funday Rule.
MY TITS ARE PERFECTLY CALM.
Get ready tonight we are going to get drunk and pierce my nipples
The creeper at the bar just realized we have the same birthday and bought me four beers already. He walked off so I took his change and dashed, i'm bringing the case over now.
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