I'm in a strip club that reminds me of a crack house from the 80's.
The things that come out of my body both amaze and disturb me.
it wasnt like "sexy" or whatever. like...she was smiling just standing there butt ass naked
tasteful.
this kid is using one arm to help his buddy with a keg stand, and the other arm to hold up the chick he's making out with.
maybe i'll make good life choices and keep my legs closed. periodically txt me friday and saturday night saying "baby carrot round 2" that should stop me.
Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation
Thanksgiving. This year's theme: I am thankful that I still have a liver.
A guy in the dance floor is raising the roof with an axe in hand. I love Halloween.
Hypothetically how does one go about throwing away a dildo?
Here you are just trying to masturbate and I'm talking to you like your an initiate for some secret society.
its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight
I just walked out topless, stared his brother straight in the eye, and ate all the rest of their cookie dough.
Great news. Our sex broke my otter box
why is there a shopping cart in my back seat? and a dick drawn on the side of my car?
How did people get blow jobs before text messaging?
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