It's not called being bisexual its called making out with anyone that has a mouth
you ever feel like there is a sober person insided you pointing and laughing....?
i walked into the first stall,, but there was no paper, so i'm in the other one. a little kid is in the one without paper now and is making a lot of noise. curious how this'll turn out for him.
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
No, no, no. Fuck you. I took a glass blowing class solely to learn how to make that bong. You shattered it and my dreams in a matter of five seconds.
apparently it isn't appropriate to tell a coworker who is eating celery because it's "negative calories" that a blowjob is too
woke up this morning with a big mac and chips on a plate, coke in a glass and a knife and fork AND NAPKIN waiting for me in front of my computer. PORN WAS ALREADY PLAYING. I LOVE DRUNK ME
I hijacked a bellboy cart and rolled into the party dancing on it
your drunk ass trust falled a guy double fisting bud limes and as a result your head bounced off the patio table. So that might explain the stitches on the back of your head.
This just spotted: a bagpiping Elmo on the street.
Now I can't unsee my hot boss's under-boobs. Monday will be awkward.
Pics or STFU
what i'd really like is a nice helping of naked boyfriend with a side of naked boyfriend.
your girlfriend showed us your homemade porn last night.
No, and she still hasn't answered me...I get a whole series of text messages about Guatemalan anal bleaching but no fucking answer to my question.
So here I am, sexting at work.
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