It's like a parade of train wrecks.
i mean i'm ok with bufu but if i'm gonna do it it needs to be a mutual agreement, and there are steps that need to be taken. you don't just go OOPS we're doing it now
as evidence of my kitchen this morning my night involved alot of mustard and condoms
Not only did I see you last night, you had me help you meet women by convincing them you were deaf and only I understood your sign language
i'm naked playing bejeweled blitz in your bed. this is both a forewarning and an apology
I'm bringing vagina and cookies. You'll be fine.
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
Tommorow.Eggs Benedict and surprise blowjob day
I just want to fuck you then discuss implications of our existence afterwards. Then Doritos and hot tub.
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
My booty call just moved 2 min from my house
This has pregnancy written all over it
I couldn't do it. You can't break up after that many orgasms. It's physically impossible.
Me and my bruised tit have to wake up at 4 AM.
Monday afternoon and I'm still hungover from Valentine's Day. I think I'm winning at the single life.
Best and worst whiskey dick ever. I am hungover and can't move from the hours of sex, he on the other hand has a raw bruised dick. I win.
Randomize
