When he brought me into his room he showed me his James Bond calendar and matching sheets, and then told me that his goal in life is to be James Bond….epic fail. Mission Impossible. I was scared to take off his boxers to find out that they were also James Bond themed.
RUN LIKE YOUR JAMES BOND
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
I don't appreciate the fact that you tagged me as a giant bucket Miracle Whip.
I'm going to see if it catches on fire again, then I'll make the decision.
We need to tone down the drinking before our 7pm class. I don't remember receiving any of these handouts.
You took my underwater blowjob virginity.
Be proud. You give fat lesbians everywhere shower-nozzle worthy material for weeks on end.
We found her on the doorstep. Just layin down going, "I made it home!! Aren't you proud??!"
As long as I don't spend the half the week passed out/fucked up on Klonopin and no one dies, this will be the best week I've had all semester.
some how during sex we caught an ENTIRE pillow on fire. A WHOLE PILLOW.
Seeking encouragement from my tinder matches to ace this test. I've sunk to a newest low.
You used his ass cheeks to demonstrate how to play the bongos and he still called you the next day. That's true love.
have no fear, swaggie olivia is here to bring glorious gifts and horse dick to children
I'm doing my accounting homework with my vibrator. Guess whose numbers are balanced on the financial statement? This ladys!
You asked me how red your eyes were... they were shut.
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