She was lying in bed moaning while eating a Snickers and masturbating.
I kept calling his name while we were having sex cuz i was so proud that i remembered it.
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
I smell like I just crawled out of a bottle of champagne and landed on the floor of taco bueno.
It took him an hour to realize I wasn't this "Sarah" girl, and by then he was already crying and eating pizza rolls.
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
i've never been that scared in my life. i ran naked into the corner and he just stood there trying to shield his boner from the light.
If we accept the love we think we deserve do we also accept the sex we think we deserve?
I'm currently eating a turkey dinner, listening to xplosive by dr. Dre, and drinking rum. Hispanic christmas dinners are the best.
how do you expect me to pass the time when I'm too old to be jailbait but too young to legally drink
It would be awesome if I knew whose teeth these were in my pocket
He said he remembers me...standing on a snowy roof, smoking a blunt, yelling "you're pretty fly for a white guy" at him. Sounds about right.
Gay?
German.
Pity.
Mixing Powerade and white wine has been one of my better ideas.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
Randomize
