Pooping in your heated bathroom to the sound of rain and instrumental guitar might be the greatest experience ever.
he's got a countert top full of yard sale blenders so id say maragita wednesdays is a go.
He wouldn't let me go down on him. He stopped me and told me he was a giver.
you referred to yourself as the crossing guard because of your neon shirt and began directing bar traffic
allie, at least he made an effort and braided his goatee.
Putting a positive pregnancy test next to my condoms in my drawer so I remember why I always need to use condoms
He leaned off the deck, puked a waterfall of beer, looked back at everyone and said "it was just a burp".
I like to think of you as more a magic eight ball of my life's journey?
Why am I getting texts saying are you ready for this butthole? Help
There were grown college boys running around north campus in capes with nerf guns. If security were to be called I think they would just give them more beer.
Also, don't forget your plan to die young at a shrooms-fueled orgy.
There is a video on my phone of me suckling a bag of wine from your crotch area while you say "The Body of Christ" in a Michigan accent. I vaguely remember being offended by this yet I did it anyway.
Oh like it's the first time I've had a bowl of wine
he invited me over. we listened to jazz, smoked weed, then cerebrally fucked each other over a three hour game of chess
You're like a care bear with a big cock & a sexual prowess that would put the mighty Thor to shame.
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