As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
Last night was so much fun. i kept trying to lick everyone
I'm relatively certain my chiropractor just judged me for admitting that my back is misaligned from the sex we had last night...
I'm going to fuck him so hard that his dick is going to fracture
Glad to see your being a lady about this
its family weekend so i'm givin my little bro a tour of everywhere ive thrown up on campus
I don't know at least half of his name. I have officially become a statistic.
Just pissed by glowstick light. Bad idea.
I sincerely hope you find your fuck buddy and have a wonderful night of champagne and whores
Nothing says "lifelong friendship" like FaceTiming in a sex shop.
I feel like if you're funneling natty lights on a Wednesday at 2:30pm at the apartment complex pool during finals week, you probably don't have your priorities straight.
You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?
I don't know what song to play at my bong's funeral!
When Ben was deep throating pickles last night I actually reconsidered our relationship
He started talking about getting a puppy together. So of course I went down on him later
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