Sry I called you an 8
Hey, kurt drew a penis on you and wrote my innotals. I had nothing to do a/ that.
Remember, sex is not sex til both people cross the finish line. Until then, it is just a favor.
He gets you donuts, dinner, and booze consistently, who cares if he's cheating
I don't know how I feel about the stuff we got from that guy. Me and Monty are driving through town listening to static at full blast...
She's going to get preggers, drop out of school, and end up working at mcdonalds. Great for our mcdoubles habit but bad for her future.
I woke up five hours later with a mouthful of Jimmy John's while clinging to my sandwich.
By talk him into it I assume you mean blow him into it.
Took his shirt off. Announced he was Jesus. Threw up. Asked me to cuddle him to sleep. And then tried to kiss me. Typical Saturday night.
The hint wasn't even a hint. it said "stop talking to her" that's pretty straightforward
I mean my dick does have feeling again, which is a step in the right direction
Have you ever been so high that you felt like corduroy? I'm at that level.
this is a save-me-from-tijuana-tequila-and-hoookers booty call. if i don't hear from you by 8pm i'm grabbing my passport
if i'm not back tomorrow call the embassy
There's no triumph quite like finally banging your high school boyfriend 6 years later
I will find, mount, and marry that person.
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