I chugged a bottle of robotussein and i ducking saw a blind lady on a purch sewing a shirt! And a tree portal
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
I thanked her for the handjob she gave me in the middle of the night. She had no idea what i was talking about. I think she sleep-jerked-me-off. Im def sleeping over tonight too
Woke up on the floor holding a sandwich. Shots. Never again.
By the third Id pass back i figured the bouncer had fucked one of us.
New life rule, no banging opera singers. I might be a little deaf now
S.O.S. he's talking about horses and breast feeding.
You know what, don't say anything. You all made fun on me for saying I would fuck him junior year when he taught us algebra and six years later, HERE I AM.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
So many gingers... It's like a beacon went out that said "this one is ok with red hair"
turns out it took a Belgian couchsurfer dressed as Heisenberg to rock my world.
Is it weird to wish your favorite hooker "happy thanksgiving"?
He sent me off with a naked dance ending in a meat swing. I don't think I'll be seeing him again.
The lady at the front desk wished you a happy hangover.
I was just told that I'm the Sherlock Holmes of drunken sex. I'll take it.
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