please. tell me to stop eating out of the trash.
I just want to sing "highway to the danger zone" when I'm taking his pants off.
conclusion of the day: americans need to get on tredmills, people need to learn how to flush toliets and learn how to pee in then instead of on them, and waiters shouldnt tell their life stories to customers.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
Also I feel like 60% of our relationship is based on sausage mcmuffins.
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
sorry for allegedly lighting the beer pong balls of fire
admittedly, it's a little weird getting relationship advice from the mother of a former one night stand. but she's a wise lady and she buys me drinks, so i'm ok with it.
Blackout me just wants to pee on sober me's dreams. Literally.
It was total unicorn galloping on a fucking rainbow awesome.
How do I have sand in my vagina if we were an hour away from the beach?
He told me to take off work and bring a bathing suit. If this doesn't involve six flags hurricane harbor or sex in a hotel pool I'm going to be disappointed.
I'm too over dressed and drunk for this emergency vets office
Hypothetically, I throw a party and my ex-boyfriend and my current fuck buddy are in the same house... what should I do?
How many beds are in the house? Hypothetically...
Your mom has reinvented the use of a ping pong ball.
Randomize
