By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
Home remedy for the herp. Black tea. I need to strap teabags to my wang.
HAPPY NEWYEARSM FAGTRON! GETTING HEAD IN TAXI I WIN
So it turns out rose was the bear hunting girl. Fuck my life
None of those words made sense together.
I guess I was trying to make a cheese sandwich, I had to change my sheets cuz I slept on it and the cheese melted all over me, Dave, and my bed
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
And you will no longer be getting a thank you note from my vagina
I'll be there in spirit. Right there in your vagina.
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
She was hiding under the bed to surprise me with sex. But when you took your hookup in my room to bang things out, she thought I was cheating on her. So explain it to her douche.
What are your plans?
Get picked up. Convince you to leave work. Smoke. Drink. Fly helicopters.
Of course I fucked him. He was wearing a rainbow cock sock and cowboy boots.
Just called to hear your voice and talk about pizza.
Like bruh, I’m a free range girlfriend
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