I think I won the penis lottery.
It's an Italian thing I guess, grew up on that shit.
I'm Irish, we don't eat cow guts unless they're blended into a fine whiskey
he puts the penis in happiness.
the fair has chocolate covered bacon...impossible is nothing.
seriously, i am too high for the omelet station to be playing Being For The Benefit Of Mr Kite at 7am
Find out what day classes start and I will come down to Richmond that weekend. Any broad who claims to be 18-21 will be promptly ID'd. My job has trained me to spot a fake from a mile away, and I don't need a statutory rape charge.
He texted back and said he would hook up if he didn't have a test at 8am. It's really hard to be annoyed by how good of a student he is.
Yeah that sucks. That's why I stick to deadbeat sports management majors.
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
My liver needs me to go back to work asap.
There's literally not a single picture of him with a shirt on. I can't talk to him without dislocating my eye balls.
she chased shots of jack with a fucking steak. i'm in love.
He told me that I should keep my socks on next time because he read somewhere that it'll help me orgasm...
dude me and this dog are gonna go bond oon the tramplene with stromboli... i think everyone is staring at me... being this high is SO stressful
Yes. I had to slow down my handjob so he would last...-and I give shitty handjobs to begin with
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