One of my students just told me turtles are lazy and need to get a job. Fuck yes, my job here is done.
I keep calling his kid the wring name. This is not helping my cause. And by cause mean his dick
I was passed out in a dog food bowl tor two hours. Just tapped my dinner beer. I love homecoming.
Gees I domt know what your deal was. You kept looking at Nick and shaking your head frantically and doing a weird motion with your hands
Tgat was the small dick alert
I don't understand how these people can do extreme gymnastics and I have problems walking up the stairs.
i decided this morning while eating my breakfast of red bull and cold pizza that i should take a vow of celibacy
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
I just started talking about my sextoy because I wanted things to be normal again.
I made out with my former step mother's best friend. Only knew the connection when they both showed up together at the bar.
At the very least, I mastered a nap while occasionally being dry humped.
He radiates elegant sexual dominance. I bet even his balls have pinstripes.
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
You followed me up the stairs while i was throwing up yelling "projectile! projectile! projectile!"
beach body workouts will consist of dancing and cocaine, and sugar free redbull
Her mom Is so hot that when she was bending over i just zoned out starin at her ass her dad slapped me on the back an said let me tell you son everything you see here is mine and you had better realize i felt like simba
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