I then asked the hardee's employee: mam, do you mind if i pay 75 cents in cash and then put the 1.13 on my debit card.
The highlight of my Saturday night was singing along to the sound of music alone in my room.
i have some very unhappy turtles in my backseat
you know you've made it when it's your own pool table you're waking up on
all i remember is that her bootyshorts said 'shameless' and that there was no turning back.
he seriously made his penis a facebook.
She dumped a fish bowl of alcohol on herself. Just like flash dance.
You're right. Single life welcomed me back with open arms. It's like it knew it wasnt going to be long when I left.
She just lifted up her dress, screamed "This is gonna be a good one!" And pissed on the pole...
For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song
In the middle of having sex she stopped, said "guess what, it's clitoris awareness week" and then continued fucking me
Update - might be back in your neighbor's good graces. She liked the framed photo I gave her of me on the tractor with my business out.
I was just tongue fucked into oblivion.
i don't know when underwear became an acceptable clothing choice for parties, but god help me i hope this isn't a passing trend.
She'd probably like you more if you'd stop fucking her husband.
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