I'll show rhose boucners: You don't let me in, I poop on your pool.
I need your advice and before you say it, no, it cannot be solved by a blow job
You clearly don't understand the power you wield with your mouth.
No way. Our relationship is based solely on texting and sex. A phone call would be too much at this point.
I researched the whole pregnancy breast feeding with piercings. I think you dont have to worry about the trifecta milk spraying thing.
We are having a competition to see who can masterbate in the wierdest place, right now hes winning since he masterbated on his Jr. High school bus.
He just showed up to brunch with one shoe and only the battery from his phone.
... I went down on him at the movies. I feel like Alanis Morisette.
Whenever there is a ShotSki involved, I have no excuse but to drink, right? It's like a rule.
He broke hus nose arm jousting with the traffic cones... We need to make head shots illegal or get helmets or something
Here's a tip. Don't party with someone that needs sexual attention. Drinking and sexual attention don't mesh well in the morning. Especially over a bowl of Cheerios.
Apparently getting drunk at a philanthropy event and tweeting about it is "frowned up"
We'll just play it by vagina and see where it leads us
In case you're wondering what eggs stolen from an elementary school's chicken coop taste like, delicious. Delicious is what they taste like.
I tried to celebrate Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hannukah, and New Years all in one night.
You started having a threesome right in front of me.
lololol that's what happened?
Stephanie looked me right in the eye while she was going down on you. It made me really uncomfortable.
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