Cool, I just put that together. I didn't know if using a tie-died sub machinegun was too crazy
Note to self: soco dudes get amusinly uncomfotable when I moan at the urinal.
He is drunkenly eating my teddy grahms and making little growling noises as he bites the head off of each one.
There is a guy standing at my bar right now wearing an affliction SUIT. I can't wait on him.
So we sucessfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.
I decided to follow my clitoris instead of my heart.
I'm at work, and just realized I the beer smell I keep getting random whiffs of is my bra. I fail at life.
They're making him take his shirt off cause they think he's the bouncer. We're in his backyard.
You were captain morganning on the laundry hamper and when I walked in you slingshotted a thong at me and started peeing. This all came back to me when I picked up some jeans to wear and they smelled like piss.
How do I know if porn I have watched is haunted?
I have a fantastic sense of humor but being called a merman isn't funny
I may have had several rum punches and then gone to the store and used European cucumbers to prove my baton twirling prowess.
There's just no proper way to thank a man for that many consecutive orgasims.
Dude. I keep thinking about how I let a man gum my vagina.
The one that slept in my truck and you peed in his face?
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