I hate u. Im listening to lady gaga and all i can hear is boca base om om om ommmm
oh good, I think they're gone
the painters?
my herpes
So when we opened his headboard we found a bottle of crisco sitting on top of his porn magazines.
I guess we all know what he was cookin.
I have fifteen cents in cash and 80 cents in the bank. BUT I have weed.
So i wrote 'don't sex me' on my stomach, so that if we got to a point where my shirt is off - he would know how i really feel, not just the alcohol talking
how did that work out?
Well, all the water washed it off, so we ended up fucking since i didn't have my reminder...
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
this is not the time for floating mt dew and shots of tequila.
you have no idea the dirty thing i want to do to your blad spot. please wear my vagina as a hat.
judging by her collection of mens sweaters, shes fucked the entire lands end catalog.
Hey, met you at the bar last night. You probably dont remember my name. You and your friends came back to my place, you shattered my window with your fist then dipped. Your gonna need to pay for that.
Thats where this cut came from! Thanks for piecing together the puzzle dude.
You don't know scared until you've just begun the first stage of an acid trip till a guy on stilts with a creepy mustache and beard says "enter the Forrest"
I can't put those talents on a resume
I've had sex to the movie Tommy Boy too many times to be acceptable.
I told my manager that I would be coming in to work either high from edibles on purpose or tripping on acid by accident so he knows to check my work tomorrow.
I assure you, it was not a Porn Hub Bee Movie parody.
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