I'll buy you a vibrator, we can get married for tax benefits, and live happily ever after with lots of doggggs.
Bel-fucking-mar, this place has more popped collars than a Hollister catalog
he started yelling "this is my pussy" mid thrust
we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
i just know my balls have never hurt this bad before
she has over 3,000 tagged photos on facebook. dont tell me she isnt annoying.
i'm using my hot pot to make jello shots in a muffin tin. i'm never ever graduating.
the fda needs to get their shit together cause these four loko going away parties are gonna kill me
and yes i will spend 10 dollars on a vibrating toothbrush to masturbate but not a calculator for my test
I'm on my way, but at some point we're going to have to settle who gave who crabs the last time
I only see on penis in this picture but I assume there is another lurking out of sight.
I vaguely remember hanging my bra off the ceiling fan and chugging a beer during sex
College has turned you into quite the multi tasker huh?
I'd rather be sodomized with a fullly decorated Christmas tree.
Just ate Panda Express. Fortune cookie had no fortune in it. I actually prefer this. Less broken dream potential.
i puked in a jesus candle last night and then denied it... i'd say it was a pretty alright night
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