Twist it, pull it, flick it... Bop it was like the first time I touched myself.
she burped and cried multiple times. it was like i was getting head from a baby.
Your dick is once again the conversation topic.
all the douches that like ed hardy are the same douches that were obsessed with lisa frank
im sitting in a tub with a sombrero on.. im just kind of confused.
like a sex slave...but with a better dental insurance plan
I'm skipping the 'hey, how are you, I have to pick up something pointless at your apartment' excuse and just telling you I'm coming over to fuck.
my mouth is as dry as a post-menopausal camel on antidepressant's vagina.
She almost killed me. The shot she handed me had tacks in it. Wtf?!
There's some band that practices next door to my apartment. I'm thinking we may need to check that out. I could be like, "Hey boys, thought you might like some lemonade and vagina."
Rob and I are cross faded and the only one taking care of us is a drunk person who's making us dance.
I can't even spell what he said he was on. And I had to call 4 people before someone had heard of it.
But no. So do not give him one damn penny. Unless they are in a sock and you are hitting him with it.
Did you poop on the roof?
WTH?
Is that a no?
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
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