We should be called the Road Head Warriors
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
Just calculated that for my last final tomorrow I need 120% to improve my grade and 53% to keep it..buying 30 packs now, go get dressed
She looked at my cock with a kind of resigned disappointment.
No more Raisinettes before sex. That's what happened. I just put it together
A big toe in my vag is not foreplay.
Hey! I need booze. And penises. And a lot of mistakes that I will regret in the morning.
There's nothing quite like having a little 8 year old boy hand me a Bible on campus while I'm on my way to the health center because of my recent slutty tendencies.
I just know what's gonna happen. I mean. I shaved my legs up to shorts length. But I'm leaving the rest as a sort of makeshift caution tape.
I don't want any of this. I just want big sausages.
I'm definitely not going to be able to fuck him high. I won't be able to not laugh at his man boobs
I'm in my math teacher's garage hiding right now because I fucked his son last night. It's fine
Someone just needs to roll me into a blanket burrito and feed me drugs
As you were leaving you yelled at the owners that the stairs weren't suitable for "intoxacapated" people and promptly fell down them.
So I WAS right.
He can sense you did cocaine and had park sex with a large ginger from Australia last night.
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