This is some kinda fucked up sordid doggy brothel peepshow bullshit.
I'm such a slut...i kept having sex with him after he called me his ex gf's name. I just felt like i deserved something out of it too.
i told the bartender last night that if the palace saloon made a calendar he would be every month.
The Shake Weight not only toned my arms but significantly improved my hand job form and efficiency.
I still can't figure out why that's not in the commercial.
She woke up with blood running down her face and asked the EMS guy where the keg was
My professor complimented me on the well drawn penis on my face then asked if I would like a seat closer to the garbage can.
Did you bedazzle the elevator?
i'm half naked talking to a cat. you don't have to justify your life to me.
How do I tell a friend I drunkenly broke into his house and may have lost his dog
I hope you realize that its not me making that decision, but rather the combination of my genitals and sexual orientation
Between my sister puke and rallying at the bar and my brother sending a drunk passed out naked pic in which his dick was exposed, I don't know which sibling to be more proud of this weekend.
I'm not taking advice from anyone I've seen passed out naked at noon on the hood of a strangers car. Meaning you.
I also just stashed a half dozen bobby pins in my bra.... So when you take it off later, consider yourself warned
the last thing I remember is taking a pull of ever clear and chasing it with vodka
Last night we proved the theory that "harder" is the worst rough sex safe-word ever.
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