I just realized that when I walk away people probably say "wow she really has a drinking problem" and sadly it doesn't bother me.
it felt like a thousand fairies were licking my balls.
We uncovered another pile of vomit after you left. And i am not talking about the one in the vase
I'm also 95% sure I had a conversation with someone on how hard it would be to jerk off with out opposable thumbs
We're doing kegstands for my 80th Bday, so don't lose that muscle tone.
If I EVER think it's a good idea to blow someone who just showed me their synchronized swimming performance on youtube again please correct me immediately.
I had her number in my wallet, I was sitting on a winning ticket for the blowjob lottery and didn't know
i think i traded my wallet for a tim hortons gift card.
A pack of naked men just sprinted down the street screaming in German. It's 5 AM.
I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
I think the best course of action at this point is to cut his balls off to get him to stop reproducing
a large sweaty girl i dont know is sleeping in my bed. A scotish man and a small child looking dude are on the couches im on the floor sleeping and im ok with it
cake and sex. what better combination is there.
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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