There was a pool of blood on my desk and we still don't know who it belongs to. missed a good party, man.
I don't care. I'll be that guy that eats cake in a car. Alone. With the doors locked.
Heating the house with the oven may not be safe but at least it's always preheated
it was like a shit fog rolling out of the east to encompass me and have it's way with me
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
I'm surprised I don't have a permanent face imprint between my boobs.
third nipple confirmed
Nope. Too much basics going on right now. I'm tying you both up and throwing you to the vibrating sexy toy sharks. You shall either sink or get off gloriously.
I call him Seabiscuit because he's my trusty steed
I haven't even sucked a boob is 6 weeks I hate not college
Lets just say I tried to pinky promise the cop... So I was fucked up.
May he have a McRib induced stroke and lose the feeling in his tastebuds.
The lady that was sitting beside me thought the best way to cheer herself up was to pet and ruffle my hair while crying and telling me her problems...
how do you feel about japanese?
I would eat half a street meat hotdog I found on the sidewalk, I'm good with anything.
He let me eat chexmix while we fucked... I think I love him.
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