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ooooooooooooo i'm drink
he's going on about how he's going to treat me right and wants to let himself be in love with me and spend a lot of time together. kids these days. like its not about sex anymore. i'm confused.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Let's just say for some reason we thought it was okay to make a burrito smoothie.
The last thing i remember was high fiving everyone on the planet.
Hes laying on the floorn in the bathroom telling Jesus to raise the flag
Next test. Underwater blowjob. If you fail...out of water blow job
OH MY GOD MY GRANDMA JUST SHOWED ME HER BOOB OH. MY. GOD.
Please just tell me how ugly she was so I can bask in the diminishingly small reassurance that might give me
thanks for being my moral compass. and thanks for not always pointing north so i can be slutty and not feel bad about it.
He puked in the funnel and continued to chug it. Who is this dude?
Stolen hampster on my tits. Don't tell me I don't know how to party.
It's a good thing my liver is flexible because a lesser man would be dead
I need to hurry up and get over my feelings for him so next year's tipsy reunion sex won't be clouded by emotions.
I asked him if we could have sex sometime and he sent me a three page long text about his feelings for me. that's the only possible situation I've ever run into where a "k" response would have been more appropriate.
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