i might have gotten away with it if "don't tase me bro!" wasn't the first thing i said when i rolled down my window.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
mid-sex i was thinking.. these are not the right balls slapping me
I don't know which is a more impressive stolen object. The couch from a sheer logistical viewpoint, or the parking meter because i'm pretty sure that's a federal offence.
I found a ladder. I don't know where I am. Gonna climb it. I feel like aladin
the whole story woulnd't be so depressing if i had made out with ANYONE but the piano player.
I was all over the place but at every locale you would pop out of nowhere and hand me a huge drink and say "HAMMERED"
I am the fairy godmother of the drink.
Did i mention i'm like the equivilent of a prepubescent boy suffering from preejaculacy? I just about creamed my pants when he grabbed my hand..
no dude I'm not doing anything bad to her...remember she's always the DD she has blackmail material on literally all of us
the fat guy in me is very excited, and the skinny guy in me is very excited for the fat guy in me
It was like being run over by an orgasm freight train.
I'm trying to find a fanny pack so I can bring pizza on my run
yes, i'm a douce. but i'm a high quality douche.
he said "GREAT SCOTT" as he was cumming.
DO NOT FUCK YOUR ENGAGED GAY NEIGHBOR!
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