Like all of my pajamas are shirts of guys I shacked with in college
I totally give up. Optimus Prime just fell from the top of the Great Pyramid into the hypostyle hall at Karnak.
My therapist says she wants to work on my 'trust issues'. I think she's found the cash cow within.
i dont care if i have to wear a pillow case, there will be an open bar at my wedding
i was trying to give him roadhead and my tits kept knocking his cheap shifter into neutral...was the first time my tits have ever cock blocked me
she gave me a blowjob during our lunchbreak and expected me not to tell people
Good idea. You gotta take care of your vagina. She takes care of you. Pay it forward.
I really hope the fuck ferry pays me a visit to close out 2011 properly.
But the guy you're fucking should not be within ten pounds of your weight when you're five fucking feet tall and he's 6'2". That's all I'm saying.
Almost bit the guy's hand who sits in front of me because he was stretching. That. Bored.
This guy keeps going off in the metal detector. When is it appropriate for me to punch him in the throat just in case?
It'll be a pair of asscheeks that light up when they're summoned.
Alex I've come up with a new medical condition. dick depression. it's a real thing and I have it
You know more about his cock specs than his childhood. Proud of you
Sorry for prompting a philosophical penis discussion at 10:45 on a Friday night.
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