Even my Mr Clean Magic Eraser can't make last night disappear.
why do all the strippers look like they came from fraggle rock
We woke up next to each other with a mutual look of disgust, and then he left. I knew I should have gone for the younger brother.
sunday morning discovery: something purple, smelly, and sticky my hair. any suggestions?
he thanks me after handjobs.
you found the perfect man.
My suggestion that we all just smoke some weed was greeted with a uncomfrotable silence and a 'maybe later'. These are not our people
Like lay upon bear skin rugs, drink brandy and reminisce of the yesteryear's before a majestic fire place? Because those are my plans.
stop calling me dude. finger blasting me officially kills you being able to call me dude.
That man deserves a slow clap... He defied the power of the vagina
I apparently got up in the middle of the night after fucking him and started looking for you under piles of his clothing
How the fuck do you get a noise complaint filed against you at 9:30am on a fucking Tuesday?
I haven’t taken my socks off in over 36 hours. I should add that to my bumble profile.
He's a douche. But I like the way he chokes me.
i told you i was taking the Metra Train, and you asked what type of drug that was.. so yes i believe you when you say you were fucked up
Consume your own penis you ugly freak.
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