O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
I don't know. I was also picked up by the doormen and held over the bar so I could do an upside down shot out of a bartenders tits.
We just had a sexually tense moment where we both chose the trough the pee. I love gay clubs.
We had to leave after he was in the middle of the street yelling "Balls of Steeeeeeeeel!!"
The bed I'm sleeping in has a headboard only handcuffs could love. I'm gonna pick up a local dude and wreck that.
Dude it was bad... like you fell asleep around the toilet after drinking from the back tank bad.
We fucked so hard and loud that the everyone at the party downstairs starting chanting his name. Oh I we broke a lamp.
Got paid 100 bucks to babysit a kid for five hours while hungover. I slept the whole time and threw up twice. Yes 100 bucks.
Between having seen you naked and interpreting your values based on the occasional political FB post, you're no stranger for sure.
I could tell you were slightly drunk by the time you started having a conversation with my tiki torch
I just used the proceeds from selling my ex's engagement ring to fund my first date with another girl.
Like the fear of satan was put into my heart when I saw him put that sandwich on the WOODEN BENCH
Do we have to do this party tonight? I'm worried my bed will miss me...
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
I can't decide if I miss drinking or you, they are so closely connected.
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