dunno bout you, but i grow tired of beef curtains
U shoulda just taken her to a stall and banged her and let me watch the game. Some friend u r.
New rule : you aren't allowed anything . Ever .
I have to keep checking she's breathing. This is why we don't drink on Sundays
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
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.
No more drinking with Em. She was on the ground so much she looked like she belongs in a lifealert commercial
So far, my day has been sparkling with the tears of a thousand rainbow unicorns. I'd say this is quality shit you've grown.
I am not sure which is more amazing; The fact that she offered me sex, beer AND nachos, or that she can properly use a semi-colon at her current blood alcohol level.
Only you would have to block the fucking governor of Tennessee from reading your tweets
I almost tried texting you with my pipe. Holy fuck this is good shit.
I could just tape a camera with a live feed to my head & you could check in on me from time to time
Just sucked some sandy dick on a boardwalk & now I'm at a family reunion hbu
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
Yeah, this is not that. This is a father and son bonding moment involving my all of my orifices.
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