I love sluts.
I end my prayers with that every single night.
the only reason i even kissed her was because we were having sex when it midnight, and i heard people yelling "happy new year."
i signed up to donate 10 dollars a month to help the children that are being displaced in columbia because of the drug wars.. i felt obligated
Watching water boil has never been so amazing. I love wake-and-bakes.
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
Honestly, it's not that easy picking a Saturday night outfit that can translate to Palm Sunday mass. Priorities.
test run with donkey pinata disastrous. broken glass and tequila EVERYWHERE
I can always make him wear a mask... I'll tell him it's a fetish.
He sent me a picture; erect penis, cat in hand and no pants on. He got a boob pic for that one.
I feel like on the last day of finals we should run around campus dressed like Moses screaming "LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!!"
I'll start the recruiting
I wish there was a morning after pill for dominoes.
One of the worst parts about living at my parents again is trying to hide how often I'm hungover, just quietly puked in the basement bathroom while my mom got ready for work
The hat, the beard, the hard posing - like who does he think he is?
A bag of dicks
That's dating life
I was simply suggesting that you really should try coke bondage sex.
I dunno about you, but I consider getting eaten out on the porch of a houseboat in -30c in a bridesmaids dress a northern right of passage
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