i can juggle bunnies
cool
on fire
i barfeds in our rink
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
How am I suppose to look him in the face when I know a commercial lasts longer than he does?
you'll never guess what i found when i got home...
a cake, in the toilet
I also would have accepted most things ending in "job", erotic favors, and food.
I'm just sad for you. It sucks that the 17 douchebag asshole guys you're fucking can't morph into one nice, normal, non-alcoholic guy that has a drivers license and no criminal history.
That is an awkward looking cockshot, not gonna lie
hey dude, just got with the girl in H4. so mark H off the apartment list
haha we are half through our lease and already checked off 17 letters
I have so many plans for this weekend and sobriety is not invited.
Yes. I am out of condoms. I kept filling them with glow paint and playing with them when I was on mushrooms, which resulted in me having unprotected sex last weekend
He told me I smelled like peanut butter, pepperoni, and pure unbrieldled passion.
You were on the train yelling, "THIS TRAIN NEEDS TO GO FASTER SO I CAN GO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOYFRIEND!!!"
I told him I wanted to get on him and ride him to Montana. It didnt end like i thought it would.
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
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