why didn't you poke me back
I've eaten ice cream, mentos, an extreme gulp and swedish fish today. i feel like diabetes. the actual disease not a person with it.
redhead is getting on the bull...again red head is getting on the bull!
we're ranked number 5 for having the most pot in the country for a university school. idk if i should feel worried or just plain blessed.
Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
He taught me how to drive a stick by using his dick. He even made the whurrrr noise so I knew when to change gears.
I came home drunk to my night light on and a Hershey's bar on my bed. Mom knows me too well.
I voted for him because his wife supports his raging sex life.
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 fucked then made friendship bracelets, his mother taught him right!
Hahaha more like walk of pride. You entered the lions den last night.
He said I taste like cake. Like funfetti. So I feel like if he doesn't come back for that he's just dumb
I need to calm my uterus...
Death by dick. An honorable death. Put a picture of his dick in the photo collage at my funeral.
Update on my sex life: my calves are sore from masturbating too much. It's a thing. Look it up.
Randomize
