It started with Hannah Montana and ended with alcoholism.
you insisted on breathalizing me with a inhaler.
theres so much semen in my vacuum cleaner...
You guys crashed sarahs vespa into a snowbank and its still there. not cool.
Its like a zucchini between his legs. An orgasmic zucchini.
It was sunday, you had a camel back of bloody mary stumbling around a dog park with no dog.
It's okay. My lingerie drawer is skanky enough for the two of us. Even across borders.
For once I am not in the mood. My vagina is good with life at the moment.
The apocalypse has arrived.
I just trimmed my bush to manageable levels. I'm gonna take a nap and then get in there and finish the job.
I'm thinking my boss switched to all cordless keyboards and mouses so that none of us would hang ourselves in the office.
Do it break your family into faction start a civil war
I HAVE A STRAIGHT LINE ACROSS MY ASS ABOUT THE WIDTH OF A SLIM JIM. ERICA!
I am so horny that I an legitimately concerned for your safety when I see you tonight.
You know that thing where you wouldn't typically eat ass but you're in love with him so you want to eat his ass, because it's HIS ass
then he said the sex was mediocre and that it was because of me. and that we could try again tomorrow.
it was 100% mediocre because of him, and we will 100% not be trying again tomorrow.
Randomize
