It was then that he suggested we all nibble ears. A nibble circle.
thanks for brining me home and putting me in my bed. the pillow fort your built around me is also appreciated.
Yes, that's a picture of my balls. It isn't however an answer to my question.
According to the stories I've heard I decided I was a stuntman after my 6th shot of Jack
And next time please put a text between discussing my orgasms and discussing your son - that was weird.
we traced the origins of this shit fest of a relationship back to a single instance of road head. then we did a reinacment
I've just never had a dinner guest strut in, go directly to my bathroom, vomit.. then come out demanding whiskey and food.
Maybe I'm a robot.
You can't be that drunk already
Yea there's blood all over the porch but we wont have to buy alcohol for the rest of the week
He asked me when I was coming to bed while simultaneously drilling a fart into the mattress. Don't fucking get married.
Guys, Black Friday does not exist in the world of dealing. Stop texting me asking what my deals are.
Lets both be adults and never talk about last night again.
First poop in my apartment for the summer, officially settled in. :)
We told you to act sober so to prepare yourself you started doing squats and stretching then you slapped yourself and walked in
COVER ME IN BACON THATS MY FETISH
ACTUALLY ITS NOT, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT AWAKENS THE MONSTER BELOW THE BELT
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