She told me she got a 15 on her A.C.T.. that's when I knew it was a done deal.
I have "you made mistakes last night" written alllll over me.
Stalkers don't have time for showers...it's a full time job
My friend and I just coined a new term. OBJ. The obligatory blow job. You totally know what I'm talking about.
Like if he goes down on you first, or you just don't want to bone him yet. OBJ.
i just keep picturing us drunk surrounded by kittens.
I owe you cheese. The drunk munchies don't acknowledge food ownership.
The two of us decided to throw a spur-of-the-moment parade and the next thing I know we're 4 miles down the road being followed by 65 drunk strangers
He put chocks of wood in front of his doors to stop me from leaving. I'm not nearly drunk enough for that to be appropriate behaviour.
When you're really drunk, Japanese toilets just have an unnecessary amount of buttons.
I climbed out of the shower to him sitting on the floor trimming his pubes with nail clippers, we both just started laughing at how drunk we were
I just googled "can they trace a vibrator back to you" so that' s how my life it going.
You know it was one hell of a night when you need to use your own thong to wipe cum off your face.
I just want to bone him one last time before he moves across the country with his new (average looking) girl friend.
Hiding in a kitchen with no pants orange juice abs a pillow...please joun
I haye tequella
if you and your penis don't hurry up, I'm getting drunk without you.
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