The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
Her cum face looks like the large marge scene in pee-wees big adventure
i'm so high that my cigarette just tasted like chef boyardee. no lie.
Judging by what's in the bathroom right now, I see you graced us with your presence last night.
Her boobs more than make up for all the flaws with her personality.
I never kept track of who else he slept with. You think I have the time or the energy to keep track of every dick in my life?
Every once in a while you'd chuckle to yourself, and when I asked you what's so funny u replied "sometimes my toes tickle eachother"
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
Successful first night. Lost my phone. Front desk found it. Earthquake in wine country. Didn't feel it.
I just want to sing to him and rub baby oil on his head
I think I ejaculated my soul out.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
He just showed up in boxer briefs and loafers with only his phone and condoms
Why are you drunk at the library?
Why not?
I mean, I was expecting a little more coke snorting and a little less kids and cake
Randomize
