There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
we could easily be the first people to smoke 3 bowls and pound a Four Loco before goin on a tour of the Tillamook cheese factory
at one point he was caressing me in the kitchen asking me my name over and over again and then asking what my favorite continent was
He's tryingto open a beer with a Police baton. Cut him off or see where this leads?
There was definitely a significant amount of cookie dough in my bra
I'm never drinking with you again. I woke up in Midtown with a 7' tall Norwegian rugby player named Lexie. Never. Again.
dude he's still passed out in my bathtub. and his dick is half way in a 40 bottle... i really hope he was just trying to piss in it
Nothing says casual like stairwell bjs
i love how you just walk into that dealer's house every time without knocking, yet you don't even know his name
Yes I am wallowing. There is a significant lack of cookie dough
Let me be the vehicle for you to live out your slutty half-gay dreams.
Great. I broke up with him before he could like my selfie, now I'm down a like.
I met his parents. We played twister. My boob popped out.
Please tell me that nice older woman you're with at the bar is not your comp&lit professor.
I'm so hungry and so lazy that I'm seriously considering ripping into that packet of cream cheese in my nightstand.
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