it was like playing where's waldo with your underwear
I either just heard my neighbors having sex or she really agreed with whatever he was talking about.
I had to puke in a pizza box on the drive home. People saw.
I wonder if all of the nights I blacked out will be revealed to me when I die. Have you ever thought about that?
Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
The more my room-mate speaks, the more I notice that she was home schooled.
just added God to my list of friends who can only see my limited profile on facebook. its such a relief to know that He can't watch me fuck up my life anymore.
she refused to get out of the dog cage till we sang "be our guest" to her.
it's been like two and a half months. And I swear, I keep seeing walking dicks. I think I'm going crazy cause of lack of sex..
Both our collective sex appeal dies once someone cums on a snuggie kayla
i'll llet you know if at any point this night starts to make any sense
Nah, he's definitely here somewhere. Whether he survived the night or not is your problem, but I'm pretty sure he's around.
Anyway, all that to say that tiny penises are a hassle.
What I'm doing now is like me taking a bagel, dropping it butter side down, leaving it for six years, picking it back up, and trying to fuck it
I kept yelling "BY ORDER OF THE PEAKY FUCKING BLINDERS" in a terrible brummie accent at everyone I saw wearing a flatcap.
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