your room smells of hookers.
And success
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
Next test. Underwater blowjob. If you fail...out of water blow job
They tried. Someone started to yell beer shower but he spun around and punched them in the mouth before they even finished saying beer. He's a fast little drunk.
Definitely just puked in this corn maze. Families are staring.
We went to the casino to try to earn enough money to go to new Orleans comfortably. I'm already drunk. This is a horribly immoral start to summer.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
I just bought 7 working mopeds off a guy for $300. We are 60% of the way to our gay biker gang dream.
I was 100% done.. I used my vibrator while eating cold pizza. Shit was magical.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
Then, he ate me out while I watched Bo Burnham. Best. Night. Ever.
My professor just told my lab he could drive us around town in his 1991 Lincoln towncar limo for our bar crawl. This just keeps getting better!
Your cat ate my taco.
. . . I don't have a cat?
It was laying in your bed. Now it's hunting for more tacos.
There's a fuckload of syrup all over the floor.
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