no. you can't hotbox the world.
You got off, kissed my dick and whispered "stay hard" to it, puked and then got right back on top of me like nothing happened...
It was worth having to clean the cum stains out of the carpet.
I just hotboxed my laundry basket.
Nice. I ate a jello shot out of a bovine blow up doll's love hole last night
Everyone knows relationships are a winter sport
He's afraid of heights. How do I know, you ask? Blowjob on his roof.
My arms are hairy. And so Is my left leg. Just my left leg, the right is smooth.
Haha at least the one I have like that you can't tell we are completely drunk and you're about to kick a glass out of my hand in a fit of joy over pizza.
Wait, whatever happened to locking our vaginas in closets?
And I might have stolen a bag of Doritos out of Matt's car and hid them in my bag and gave individual chips out to people dancing, trying to convince people they were mini tacos.. Like why Am I allowed to be an adult
My mom is selling her car. I'm secretly relieved I won't ever have to tell her about that time you puked in it
No other way to put this but the dick was not worth him crying for an hour after. No more online hookups.
is it fucked up if I wear crotchless panties to thanksgiving to make it easier for me to fuck my cousins friend.
God I love you.
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
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