it's like, God thought about making her pretty then changed his mind at the last second
the point i decided it was time to leave was when i was on the floor of the bar, after taking her down with me, and a table.
I found them in the kitchen microwaving bottle rockets chanting U.S.A U.S.A U.S.A
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
That's because you're a slut. A slut fucking a fence.
I do remember getting hit in the face by an ugly one because she thought I was blowing on her butthole.
I am so 35 right now. Listening to REM, drinking red wine, and crying over an article about ecstasy in oprah magazine.
I don't care how sexy you think I look in my scrubs. Wanting a blow job is not a medical emergency.
Did your surprise acid trip turn out well?
Thought I was doing makeup today for a photo shoot for a short film. WRONG. Try I'm on the set for a Fucking Sci-Fi PORN.
I tried to take a cute nude but sneezed halfway through. I sent it anyway
Now just crop his dad out and add it to the spank bank.
I got off F O U R times, just because he wanted to hear me moan. He is my hero.
We are never doing shots of gin. Never again.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing.
It was platonic naked porno viewing, I swear.
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