So my shaver died while I was trimming...ya know. And now it is half way done. I don't think there's currently any aesthetic in keeping it this way...
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
wtf
I'm guessing you saw the bathroom?
I just looked at my iPhone gps history... "the gas station", "the park with a big scary fence", "the trampoline", and, my favorite, "where we were when we were about to do lines off a bible".
she actually told me to ignore the cokeheads in the corner with knives.
I banged her roommate when she was gone. She came back with a chicken sandwich and a bj. Then she said " smells like my roommates vagina" I think I can get a threesome tonight
Count me out. I seem to have semen induced blindness in one eye.
And I was aware of my actions - that is not a penis I will say no to until I have a ring on my finger
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
I have a third degree burn on my inner thigh from the blunt dropping on me in the car
I can't remember much from that party after we snapchatted my dancing boobs to all of her contacts
I think you're my feminist conscience sometimes.
I suggest both. Please have sex with them and prepare notes for a final comparison.
I walked over and you were apologizing to him because you're lady gaga and he's not. The best part was that he forgave you.
He can move his dick. Like on its own. WHY DID I NOT GIVE BLOWJOBS BEFORE?!
Randomize
