@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
There's a hand-carved wooden bong in my backpack, and i really wish i could remember last night now.
Just came out of my room at 8 AM to find 2 pounds of raw hamburger and a half eaten cake strewn across the hallway. And I'm not surprised at all.
Good news. Isn't krabs. Bad news. Not sure what it is. Worse news. Encouraged not to fuck till known. Great news getting laid tonight
I cnant read. Cheetos goen. Help. Grt Cheetos.
You stole a fry from a complete stranger. He wasn't happy. Then you said fuck it and stole the whole poutine and ran down the street while he stared in shock.
Pants off. Spirits lifted.
Competitive oral. I'm always telling girls they are only the fourth, maybe third, best blowjob I've had. They go back down with something to prove.
She must've been waiting down the street cause after I said I specialized in inner-thigh-face-massage it couldn't have been 2 minutes until she was on my couch.
A warmed up burrito and jelly beans. The breakfast of champions.
There's a Japanese guy here dressed as a Viking who just screamed "wats up cocksluts" and kicked a guy in the face. come get me out of here.
Hope you are okay. You were running down the street with shopping cart at one point and yelling "bitches aint shit!"
But on the bright side the arresting officer was just as hot as I remember and I took a pretty okay mugshot.
You said the best orgasm you ever had, you gave to yourself. your boyfriend looked really disappointed. so did half the room.
Its like Gods punishment for wanting to party
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