...so i touched it.
I drew a venn diagram at the top of my final comparing stuff i know and stuff on the test.
He fell asleep and they duct taped him to the floor. He's pissed.
Its official. Girls from Indiana do not give rim jobs.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
The basket that the Naughty Easter bunny left for you at my house might keep us entertained for a little while...
Well who could blame her. I would run away from me if I could.
No...this little piggys going to the bar
I have come to the conclusion that my perfect boyfriend is a cardboard cutout of Link with a dildo attatched. Also, Merry Christmas.
Just at the gym drinking. We call it treadmillcolada
And now I have a massive dip in and a Bloody Mary that would catch on fire if you put a flame close to it, with no pants on... At 8:15Am. Being single is pretty legit
Meanwhile I'm googling glory holes in Vegas
Are you seriously getting this frustrated over a hand-job right now?
Damn. Looks like nobody I know is doing anything interesting. Guess it's another slut-it-up-with-strangers sort of night.
A true gentleman never tells. But yes, I did indeed get laid last night
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