At the hair cuttery. A father here with his daughter just answered his phone "ken's whorehouse"...Now I remember why I used to pay more for haircuts.
You know what is really helpful - when the two guys you want to fuck stand next to each other. Stay tuned for who wins
I'm pretty sure this all started when I found a vibrator in my mom's sock drawer and had my first orgasm when I was ten...
I woke up naked on the bathroom floor. the tile grout marks on my boobs hurt, i mananged to use a roll toilet paper as a pillow. never again. did we eat salad?
There I was staring at a teeny weeny black one and a huge white one. It was like an episode of Myth Busters
Does the phrase 'traumatizing near-threesome' mean anything to you.
The night started going down hill when she shot the cashier in the face with the confetti gun we bought at 711.
Wasn't a date. In exchange for artichoke dip I received a bj. And sex. It was a transaction.
Did you get the "i have a yeast infection from that wet frat bathroom floor" text?
When they say "all expenses paid" does that include bail?
We don't have sex anymore. We both agree that the olympics are more important to watch. All day. Also i don't look good compared to the athletes...
She's a freaking stalker dude, it's like having some kind of cartoon animal just following around everywhere
Dropping the entire last roll of TP into the toilet is a hurt you don't want to know.
I was smelling my bathroom to make sure it didn't reek of weed...I spaced out and realized I was face to the wall sniffing it for 5 minutes.
Pretty sure my idea of standards went out the window when I hooked up with a guy who had a rooster tattoo with an arrow pointing down to his no no bits. Think about it.
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