Oh please, I could turn a Vienna Boys Choir concert into a shit show
and that's when the elephants and penises started dancing on the ceiling
you kept making us tell you how cute you looked in your new outfit, even after you threw up all over it
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
She has puke in her hair, is missing a shoe and is now crying. People trust her to be their child's teacher
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
I'm the saddest girl in a tutu right now.
I'm eating those little wheels of cheese and watching storage wars, this is the opposite of sex.
Come now. I'm bloody but I'll give you the best fuck of your life.
What the hell do I have to give up to manifest a dick
There was a huge crash. I came out of my room to find you sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs in your bra and panties. You looked at me, yelled 'WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE' and then ran back into his room.
I have this vague feeling that I was involved in a dance off with a homeless man?
RAAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR
THATS ME HOWLING MY ENJOYMENT OF THE THINGS WE CAN DO WHILE GETTING DRUNK
I'm pretty sure i doubled the number of dicks I've ever touched, last night.
I didn't have any choice but to cuddle you. Your hair was stuck on my nipple piercing.
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