i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
i just peed in a port a potty and wiped with my credit card statement. fuck yeah!
Spider just rapelled from her vag rethinking online dating.
For a second, I wondered if I could smoke pizza.
I have jerked off in every room in your house. *the more you know
I keep calling his kid the wring name. This is not helping my cause. And by cause mean his dick
That's the last time you suggest we can get our tab wiped by out-drinking the bartender.
It was my card, so what do you care that you lost?
Is your card paying for my plan b?
How is it that you get into at least one taco related fight a year?
I'm having flashbacks from last night. Did I admit to pausing Whitney's funeral because I was watching porn? I believe I did.
Step one go to argentina step two fuck bitches it's a simple plan really
you really need to stop getting laid in my dreams more than i do.
The goal for tonight is vagina. In and around. Doesn't matter who. How. Or why.
I never truly understood the phrase ball is life until I started having to balance NBA finals and all these men with balls i'd like to handle.
You know I base where I go on the likelihood of me getting laid there. This includes work.
oh i see... well this is a positive first step in you courting him for sex.
Randomize
