I know, he also has a fancy car to make up for his tiny penis
it's like a replay of two fridays ago...except not in a motel and i'm not having sex in the shower.
all I remember is repeatedly winking at the fire marshall while he was counting the people in the bar
And theres a reasonable expectation that if you're fighting over a pair of yoga pants on the ground at VS someones gonna videotape it
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
I mean, I gave him a hand job on the Pearl Harbor tour bus; I don't know what the fuck else he wants out of this "relationship"
James this is colleen. This is my new number. You just texted my grandma about getting cockblocked. Congratulations.
When have we listened to the rational side of either of us?!
I'd risk everything I own for 10 min naked with her, 2 would be sex and the rest me crying like a little girl.
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
I'm going to get old and fat one day... probably pretty soon and I'm not going to have any pictures to show to my cats of what I once looked like.
I tried eating pop-rocks while giving him a bj, I honestly think I was more disappointed with the results than he was.
I just used my citation as a bookmark. Want a beer?
He was 6'5 and wearing a kilt, how could I not fuck him
I'm not complaining, but why is it that every time I hang out with you I come home with random injuries and random girls?
Randomize
