I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
I could be wrong, but im pretty sure i jumped off the roof after my lighter.
thinking back, the fact that our bartender was missing a finger shouldve been hint number one not to let him pick our drinks
He gets creativity points for the hot sauce. But it may be awhile until my nipples forgive him
Do you think I could put your penis on reserve for tonight or tomorrow night?
I'm having flashbacks from last night. Did I admit to pausing Whitney's funeral because I was watching porn? I believe I did.
Basically, what i'm trying to say is, if you don't have something, excuse or gift, to satisfy my anger i am going to look you in the eye and piss on the floor.
He bought me a burrito. I introduced him as "Horse-Dicked Jake" all night. My debt has been repaid.
The fact that you screamed, "Alf is my spirit animal!" is proof enough that we're too old for peyote.
Eh, I don't question what my penis likes. It just does what it does.
I thought one was bad but really there are two woman stupid enough to marry our brother...unreal
I tried to fuck you in my bathroom while my parents were in the next room. I am a clusterfuck of fun.
Try sleeping with him.
Why is it that all my gay friends have that solution...
Cuz you will have an answer or have sex.
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