ISS teacher has a tramp stamp.
Shotgun.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
Finished drinking tea out of a red party cup when I was done I flipped it without even thinking
She got all mad because she said it was "unprofessional" to tell my manager to go fist herself.
two gay guys came in and bought just a kite and a box of wine. Why cant I have saturday nights that awesome
To say the least, now you know you're a proper lady, passing a field sobriety test in heels...
My roommate made me a peanut butter and sprinkles sandwich. Maybe tonight isn't that bad
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
it was good sex until i became a rubber doll and he became a jack hammer, so i guess overall it was good
Hypothetical Question: Would you take a cougar bullet for me?
If your find a 12 pack on your doorstep consider it a gentleman's agreement to never speak of that night again
I felt like... 50% confused and 50% like a slow roasted flip flop.
Last night was good. Things got bad when I found a sledge hammer.
God dammit everything I said last night about jungle juice being awesome just does not carry over into the next day
When I came she triumphantly exclaimed, "MUAHAHA VICTORY IS MINE!"
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