So I have to ask... did I meet your lumberjack expectations? I mean, minus the red flannel and all.
Rule #1. Nothing comes between you and fantasy sports. Not even a hot chick willing to give you a blow job
giving him head while hes talking to his fiancee on the phone about inviting me to their wedding.... im invited. should i go or would that be wrong?
I seriously dont think i have ever ridden a horse sober.
my purse only fit my wallet or the martini shaker. it wasnt even a question of which i was bringing.
you just kept yelling "siddle that plaza" til the cab driver said it back...
Also I smoked away my sore throat last night. It's a 420 miracle.
Is it bad if one of my goals right now is to snort blow through a licorice?
Don't answer that. It is bad.
Ew. He is mine. We all know that if he has a mid-life crisis and decides to sleep with a student, I AM THAT STUDENT. She's not friends with him on FB. Reassuring.
I'm not sure... But I think I just found a porno I starred in during my black out week of '08.
I've got your keys and your panties. You can have one back. Your play honeybuns.
And one groomsman rode a suitcase cart like a skateboard until he crashed and took out a piece of sheet rock. Later he pulled out his nuts.
I am on my way right now and I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EAT MY BURRITO YOU WILL NEVER SEE MY TITS AGAIN
I vote we just hike, drink, and destroy dick
I cant believe you bit her ass cheek, she must have been really weirded out.
yeah so we made out to make it less awkward
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