clay aiken is like melissa ehteridge without the guitar.
So shortly after drunk sex...she starts crying and saying..." you don't care about me, you never do anything nice for me" so I called her a cab
I just ran from Santa Claus in Kroger
You know how I got mad at him for making out with his formal date? Apparently I fucked mine. I'm guessing any exclusivity is out of the question.
After she saw a msg in his phone from me that listed the reasons why I love his cock, I don't think I can deny fucking her ex.
The last thing I remember is feeding country fried steak to my best friend in a bubble bath with my bare hands.
Id have to say flaming beer pong was a royal success.
Just like to put it out there it's surprising how little reception a dog cage has
He spelled Steven with "ph", needless to say my nose was almost bleeding from the amount of axe he was wearing.
My alarm went off and I went straight for your dick. That's dedication.
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
I also tried to hide a bottle of vodka in a build a bear last night so that something that happened in my life
I need my sock, sombrero, maracas, and I just heard I had a light saber, if thats the case...i want that back too
He is in my tree wearing full on scuba gear ... Get here asap.
So there i was right, midnight, washing my junk off in my bathroom sink.
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