similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
I just witnessed two drunk midgets fighting over a graham cracker. I can die happy now.
She sent me a pic of shot glasses on fire if that tells you anything
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
I was more concerned about the amount of mcdonalds fries on the floor around me than i was with my lack of clothes.
He threw up in a cup in the limo and when he got out the bouncer told him he couldn't bring drinks in so he gave the glass to that dumb girl we brought with us from c street.
I know, she tried to drink it
Hey, next time you have sex, flick his balls, and tell him "thats for getting spit in jennifer's eye and laughing about it."
No im just getting a road beer. You got my pants?
It's like your nipple is comforting my nipple.
I sent him a cookie cake that said "Congratulations you're not a father"
ED guy's penis finally worked last night. It was a Festivus miracle!
It's really hard to tweet with a pussy in your face demanding attention.
Chicks dig it when you smell like bong water and frebreeze.
Oh god I found a set of car keys in my pocket, and I have no idea who's they are
Randomize
