Memo to the bitch sitting across from me at Swamp: no one thinks you're classy with your Louis Vuitton and your Burberry scarf when you're dragging on that cig like it was the last cock on earth and you needed cum for sustenance.
He still wants to giggity, regardless of his girlfriend. So...I guess I'm happy again.
I got a hennah tattoo of my room number on my arm...I love spring break in Mexico!
she had no gag reflex. and is an abercrombie model. i love college.
Im not gonna remember this tomorrow but the real money is in coke i wanna get a dark wood desk and cell coke then i can own taco bell and the xxl chalupa will be mine
that beer fried lasagna last night was sooo good
that wasnt beer fried lasagna, you just poured beer on my lasagna
Yeah I'm a responsible adult man but I legally unbind myself from anything that occurred that evening and am in no way responsible for those actions.
No it's cool, He's been doing my English papers in exchange for lap dances since the eleventh grade. We're very professional.
I find out next week of the Australian was lying about his vasectomy or not. Keep your fingers crossed!
Watermelon juice. Makes everything better. Gin. Wine. EVERYTHING.
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
By the power invested in me i promise you hot wedding sex at my wedding.
We could have a classy candlelight sonic dinner with fireball cocktails if you leave now. Twat tickler centerpieces.
WHAT IS MY LIFE THAT THE ONLY PERSON INTERESTED IN FUCKING ME IS MY 6TH GRADE MATH TEACHER
Been there. Done that. Still have his t-shirt.
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