I just wiped my face with a slice of bread. Lowest point of the night.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
No idea how he made them, but vodka water balloons were a horrible idea.
When I got up in the middle of the night, puked in his trash can, and snuck out the front door, I pretty sure he knew it was over.
I heard him say "bet you won't", look over 10 seconds later and she's blowing him.....looked eloquent under the glow of a camp fire.
I tell myself every day I shouldn't be friends with you
second roommate of the year to get clamydia. go life.
Just had the "whores are people too" talk with Mom. Bright side it's Christmas, and I may have been drunk, I don't think she caught on.
I probably should have waited until after the game to pity fuck him. You know, seeing as we lost.
I just shit a hot coal. Pretty sure it's that fireball shot from yesterday.
I'm cutting her off I can't have my good name soiled with these kinds of shenanigans
Shit is preposterous
We were ushered out of Medieval Times by a squire for making out in the torture chamber. Children were present.
Her parents are celebrating she found someone so well endowed.
Will there be champagne when they see the pay check?
The bar tender had his entire hand down your asscrack.
I forgot about that. I was in MULTIPLE dimensions.
Its not something you can force it it just has to happen like a rainbow or pooping
Randomize
