why do guys feel they can ask questions when im blowing them? you'd think they'd know my answer will always be "mmhmhmhmmm"
We watched 'the mighty ducks' last night and took shots every time someone quacked. I woke up this morning wearing a nothing but a hockey jersey laying next to him on the floor. He was wearing a goalie mask. I really wish I knew what happened.
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
my dealer just handed me my weed in a pink easter egg
he kept asking me if i had been in a pool or a lake recently, i didnt want to say i know where the swimmers ear came from. shower sex.
I NEED TO NOT REMEMBER THIS IN THE MORNING. He is our TEACHER.
just reminessing about the wedding and were they seriously to tight to serve a meal oorrrrrr was it just another one of my black-out-by-dinner drunks
the fact that you actualy have a 'black-out-by-dinner drunk' is a bit deserving..
can you just act like it's not so easy to get a blowjob from me??
I found him in his pink and white boxer out side the dorm hall and the only thing he said was "it wouldn't let me in"
I walked around with red solo cups on my feet, weeds tied around my neck and a tree in my hand
Gotta get dat. Gotta get dat. Gotta get dat dat dat dat dat ~uterus contraction~
Look at the picture I MADE him take with me...like why??? He's holding my foot?
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
I jizzed in his mayonnaise and put it back in the fridge. Shouldn't have stolen my weed.
And our sex soundtracks thus far have been metal and Star Wars
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