Goodnight my chunky, little, marshmallow muncher
just found a beer in my hamper. even my laundry is a dirty alcoholic.
Last night you were talking while puking saying, "ahh the shoes and the purse, I'm gonna have to wash those"
when life gives you lemons, puke and rally.
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
Yeah. I had to take off my shirt. It's soaked in weakness.
her mom went out of her way to book us a room with separate beds... her level of gay denial is in beast mode
Hahaha I don't remember taking it away. But no one should have a sledgehammer at a party. NO ONE.
SOMEONE has to puke in the potted plants at an Xmas party. As their boss I felt it should be me.
I'm just going to have crazy good sex with him until one of us developed feelings that works in the movies right?
I've faked every orgasm I've ever had, I think I can fake being sick for 8 hours.
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
I picked up a towel, and butt beads fell out of it.
Oh yeah... Surprise!
Do you just want me to shit in a Jack-o-latern
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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