yeah, its right past the deli mart where i showed my right tit for mozzarella sticks.
he asked my vagina if she was excited to meet Leonard. LEONARD. His fuckin penis is named Leonard.
It's all coming back to me. I drank moonshine from a milk carton from a guy named tomohawk last night.
The best part of that night wasn't even the sex, it was listening to her explain to her boyfriend why she was naked in her room while I hid in her closet.
Random question, but did I leave a spoon on your dresser last night?
You asked me if you had to go downstairs to get upstairs. And then you forgot where you were.
It's blow job season.
Two options. One, you listen while I freak out. Two, we have mediocre to awesome car sex and don't talk. Either way, I'll be there by 7
I've been asked to reupholster their slam-couch so I found some off-cuts of medical-grade, hermetically sealed fabric. She'll be slammed upon for generations to come.
Where are you? We're in between the guy dressed as a giant inflatable penis and the Justin Bieber lookalike lesbians
Does the penis have a genital wart?
Signs you do Molly too much. Glow sticks fallout of random articles of clothing on academic row
I'm so hung over that I'm pretty sure I can feel the earth's rotations when I close my eyes.
I'm really ok with inappropriate relationships. They are my favorite of all the relationships. No need to be timid. For crying out loud.
Also. I think I just got sentimental over a nude
I wish I was taller so I could give these boobs the publicity they deserve.
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