In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
My T9 text prediction thing keeps predicting every next word is going to be "midgets".
You need to take one for the team and go bang a random sample of mexicans. Cause my internets broke and I can't google mexican foreskin stats.
I feel like if you stuck me in a room with all my old toys it'd be the best high ever.
I'm hoping you can explain why I woke up with what I believe is pumpkin pie all over my body
hes supposed to be my fuck buddy. im not supposed to see him on his knees praying by my bed when i walk into my room.
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
We found Kyle. He was next door yelling at the elderly couple to let him continue his golf game. No more afternoon drinking for him.
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
Plus i lost a button on my shirt and we got free drinks all night. Sorry I'm not sorry.
I just walked through the door and she ran up to me, hugged me, unzipped my pants and immediately started sucking my dick. Good day.
OMG he dropped his pants for me. Granted it was to show me where he got stabbed but still...
I just jacked off to nostalgia.
Should I apologize to him for saying I wanted to punch him in the face as I was digging through the trash?
Sorry you saw my balls. Pregame includes a lot of shaving.
Randomize
