She said so on her MySpace, so it's gotta be true.
When god put her together, he was drunk & feeling creative... a vagina here, sexually ambiguous breasts there, and a pair of shoulders that would make a linebacker jealous
The seats are awesome but you see two of each player.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
He sent me a picture of his ass and said the backdoor is open. Almost grabbed my keys and a condom before I saw it was a group text. Not nearly drunk enough for his desperation.
Just watched my roommate stuff a sandwich in his pocket because we're out of paper plates.
I though us hooking up in the field was your way of saying you were an outdoors person
Felt like shit, jerked off, felt ten times better. Being a guy rules. It's like I got all the demons out in 5 minutes.
Of course not. I'd be offended if you didn't bring my boobs into casual conversation.
I dont know it just seems wrong to fuck her on my exes back porch
She has also never texted me first which I think might be a tell-tale sign she wants me to die alone.
I can't believe you cupped pat's balls to prove your fake relationship
my underwear is inside out , I have a giant hickie. I'm wearing last nights makeup. this is going to be the best day at work ever
Also, we can't be seen together looking suspicious or sexually satisfied
We played 2 very competitive games of Jenga and then fucked our brains out... BEST. RELATIONSHIP. EVER.
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