no, he's only a walking dick if he mans up. right about now he's just a walking transgender.
We should write a comic book about the many adventures of your vagina. Maybe even give it a cape or something.
It really wasent that hard. The male one had a M and the woman one had a W. I just couldent comprehend that at the time.
he clicked a button a stirrups came down from the ceiling... if I don't come home by sunday, report me.
just as he was about to cum he started shouting "I THINK I CAN! I THINK I CAN!" over and over again.
you don't seem to understand just how much pasta i spilled on my bed last night.
I swear it started with good intentions but then my slutty side took over and we started playing strip checkers
I had to brake up with him.
In my experience drinking helps.
You dont want to know why?
Not really. I want to drink.
at the time it didn't seem likely that you would ever find the cake in your underwear
I told him if I was pregnant we were coming out to the people at work, because I'm not pretending to get knocked up by an imaginary boyfriend.
You peed up the stairs in front of everyone then blamed it on the dog
hey the jello shots wont freeze
How much Everclear did you put in them?
uhhh all of it
They're frat boys at heart and have sickly, dusty, rotting souls.
I was weirded out when the chunky goth girl and her boyfriend both started eyeing me and wanted to by me a drink.
I'm rolling and just noticed that the thread count on these sheets is horrendous.
Randomize
