Moan for me like Helen Keller
you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
Dude she has a fucking rock collection. Never will I ever talk to her again.
Not really fighting over the same girl. He takes her out to dinner and then I come over and fuck her. We've worked out the perfect relationship.
she named each of the players on the last ten madden covers in order and then shotgunned 2 beers...if she doesnt have a penis im in love
Just took 11th shot of tequila. I may puke in my bear head.
He said he wants to make an itinerary for the sex we'll have when I come home.
You had a towel around you and you called it your shot bib.
Gave the kid in the wheelchair at the bus stop a beer and proceede to lift him on the bus. porch drinking brings out the best in everyone
what's an appropriate "I'm fucking your grandson but I'm trying to hide it" outfit?
while i was sleeping he changed my screen saver to his dick with a heart frame around it. I just might be falling in love.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
Lack of response to this text gains you a half hour of freedom before I initiate operations to conclude you are not, in fact, comatose. You requested no mercy.
Just fell off my bed trying to pose and take a nude for you. Probably broke my wrist
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
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