tell her no need for introductions. and that you've read about her on the back of toilet doors.
It's like the water temple from zelda. but with more tits.
Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odor wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
Wish you were here....
And I wish your mouth was around my cock, but that never happens, does it?
you know its bad when everytime i put on a shirt i think of who i hooked up with in it
He's Hawaiian. Thank god it wasnt a real American
after the shots you kept on yelling "this is for the dreamers"
No need to talk. Eventually, he'll either stop coming over, or decide that it's a relationship.
And if not?
...I keep getting free bourbon and great sex with no expectations. You really don't understand that there is no "down side," do you?
It's a fucking menopause festival down here at the strike zone
You threw your body across the gross couple hooking up on the couch and demanded they scratch your back. I love you drunk on peach schnapps
Named all the presidents in order between puke sessions while semi conscious so that's a thing I can do now
Is there one of me peeing? If so do I look bangable in it
I love the smell of your bedroom. It smells of a mixture of cherries, leather, and unrequited homosexual desire.
After a crazy night, morning sex is just trying to find a position where you can thrust without getting seasick.
I don't really care where everyone ended up, but is everyone alive and not in jail?
Not in jail
Alive?
Randomize
