You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
High enough to fry lime slices.....tasted like shit, by the way
cum and cheesecake for breakfast...don't fucking tell me pride week isn't awesome
literally. a puddle of blood. on the floor. still searching for the source
He managed to tell me he was blind in one eye and convince me to have sex with him in the same conversation. It's love.
Who wrote Most Moistest Dad on my chest and what the fuck does it mean?!?
I don't even know what beauty is right now. I wouldn't even pity fuck me today.
P.s. remind me to tell you about the porno that Paul envisioned starring you. It's wizard of oz themed.
I shit you not, me and my date were in that bar and within a 10 minute window, 4 ex gf's entered. Every one clocked me and gave me evils. I swear they're conspiring.
Neat. I'm thinking about growing a handlebar muffstache. What are your thoughts on this?
He tried to convince me that it wasn't really that small and all he had to do was pull back the groin fat. It was still small.
thanks for piggy backing me around for the rest of the night when I got too drunk to stand.
Stop watching porn on my work computer.
STOP WORKING ON MY PORN COMPUTER.
I know. His dick was small at the top and got bigger at the bottom, like a fucking curling wand.
i just really want to fuck a guy wearing lederhosen
it'll be sexier than it sounds, i promise
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