why is it impossible to run with a back pack without looking like a giant d-bag?
haha... you gave me a great visual of you in high white socks running with a backpack with eye of the tiger playing in the background
that only happened once.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
i told her that i loved her pillow breasts and then she asked me if i wanted to motor boat them. so yea, i do need the room tonite.
My lack of memory is directly related to being friends with you.
Talk about the highs and lows of a night out: had a threesome, then got robbed at knifepoint.
looking back it was a good thing we were too wasted to fire up the chainsaw
So I realized I was officially over him when I was getting a lap dance on the keg bus at 3am from his old boss and I was double fisting:)
She just face-timed her mom and had her watch all of us toast to her grandmas tits..
Pencil dick carries the name proudly.
I'm going to bed early so football can come sooner
I just choked eating whip cream from the can, and peed a little because I was coughing so hard. How am I still single.
Rough birthday weekend. Eating McDonalds in the shower and used a fifth of sky as a pillow last night
Mom wants to know if you're coming over or if it's safe for her to take her bra off...
Basically, I am an endless fountain of unconvential sexual experiences and knowledge.
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