There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
And then he said "my dick isn't hard enough and your tits aren't big enough for this to work"
just because she blew him doesn't mean she knows his name.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
We already established this. No, he did not cum on the dog.
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
You walked in, sat down, looked at the waiter and said, "I'm only having deserts and liquor."
I would personally love to see the surveillance video of me throwing my stuff inside, peeing on the sidewalk, then crying hysterically when I realized I locked myself out. Again.
That was an excessively violent trivia night
Well. I went to a frat party where they mixed gin and Mountain Dew. My kingdom for some olives and vermouth.
The pool of urine in the trash can signifies both a regretful yet successful night.
I found them. Thank God. Now I'm gonna have to take a Xanax for the panic attack I almost had trying to find my Xanax.
Wesley I'm sober and my body hurts. There wasn't much trust in any of those falls.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
Would you still love me and fuck me doggie style if I had a dinosaur tramp stamp?
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