I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
i've come to the conclusion that there is no classy way to apply chloroseptic spray to your butthole.
I wish alcohol would automatically work as birth control if you have sex drunk.
fuck he's narrating my life in a british voice make him stop im way too fucking high for this
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Good point, clearly my love of penis contributed to my torn knee ligament.
My god. His mom just smacked my ass. Does this mean I'm accepted??
there is nothing more depressing than your birth control alarm going off while you're masturbating, and realizing you've been taking pointless precautions for over a month now.
What happens at the gay bar stays at the gay bar. Except that I sold my panties for $100. People should know that.
I'll be there in spirit. Right there in your vagina.
I wore a shirt that says "more tequila" to my bday party last year and that's why I want to be my own friend
I told you that you should stop drinking and you responded "Thanks for telling me how to live, North Korea!"
Cheese, the small of a woman's back, the universe, mountains, vampiric demons, sleep, and dreams.
I literally just want someone to fuck me and buy me cheeseburgers. I don't even want a relationship at this point. Just a chew toy and some food.
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