If you could channel this insane talent for stalking you'd be a great weapon for this country. If you had a crush on Bin Ladin, guaranteed he'd be found, monitered and tagged within five days.
I was just about to go down on her when she gave herself a "smell check" and said "no, not today".
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
She was so wet my fingers were literally pruney when I got done with her
u got into a flexing contest with a dude in bathroom in the mirror at the club
I woke up naked in my bathtub at 5:30 this morning. There's legit a spray tan body print of me in the fetal position in my tub.
we can't get the sharpie off the toilet seat from where you pressed your forearm with THUG LIFE written on it while you puked until 3 last night
they were having sex on the toilet apparently and everytime someone knocked they flushed. it was like an auditory scoreboard of sex duration.
I never thought that it would get to the point where I would have to specify that by "hang out" I meant "fuck like rabbits." Growing up shouldn't be this way.
You slammed your forties down on the table and yelled "I AM EDWARD FORTYHANDS" then mumbled something about repping Idaho like a champ and laid down on the couch.
You shall now refer to my vagina as patty and patty only
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
I can show you the world. Shining, splimbering vaginaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
What the hell kind of sad excuse for a bottom are you
As soon as you told us you were an ostrich with a big penis, we began to wonder what you were on and if you wanted to share.
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