No, you can still breathe under the balls.
THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
U handed him a box of flavored condoms, winked, and slurred, "grape juice is her favorite."
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
I WANT MY VAGINA TO POUND AT NICE THINGS.
It doesn't matter how many beers you've had, it's unacceptable to piss in someone's helmet after a playoff win.
He's so twisted that he's acting out Dragon Ball-Z by himself. The Tanquray and THC combo doesn't play around.
Google imaged your anal issues. Seems fuckable still.
I should not be able to sum up my life with a taco brand motto...
Ryan. I woke up. At the neighbors house. And by the neighbors. I mean the ones to the north. The ones that hate us. Please call me. I am so confused and you are gone
At the neighbors house?! Like in it or outside???
In it on the fucking couch. No idea how i got here.
I turned on Elf, made myself a mojito, and am eating one of a sleeve of Ritz. You tell me if I wanna go out tonight.
You know it's a bad cold when sneezing feels better than orgasming...
You wouldn't eat with utensils. You insisted on making your own spoon out of a bendy straw and staples while singing "I'm a survivor" by Destiny's Child.
Woke up with a throbbing vagina and a lesbian in my bed. Then for the hell of it we had morning sex. Definitley bisexual now
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