That bar we were at last night smelled like cougars. Virginia Slims, Aqua Net and Summer's Eve.
the fair has chocolate covered bacon...impossible is nothing.
he wanted to have me eat skittles off of his body. he mad gay sex even gayer.
If my bosses could see, smell or hear me right now they would understand why its a horrible idea to keep the office open sundays
I rarely go in there. Unless it's for mini cadbury eggs and whiskey.
We got the idea to smoke under his bed because, and I quote, "it'd be just like going camping"
There's a girl in the bathroom crying about something having to do with cream cheese.
All you need to do now is invest in a Speedo and start going door to door.
He's just sitting there staring at my sisters teddy bear hoping it will come to life.
Going to the u of w I constantly have that moment of, oh hey I felt you up at that rave at folk fest that one time. Winnipeg is too small.
Walking in on a gay threesome, with a girl in the corner watching and taking vid is a reason to not only knock, but to never go to Savannah.
I have a hunch Mama J got around.
Am I allowed to say that about my own mom?
IF THE GUY WHO I AM BORROWING OUR CAR FROM FINDS ONE CONDOM OR JIZZ STAIN IN THIS CAR HE IS GOING TO CASTRATE MY ASS. SERIOUSLY, DON'T FUCK IN THE CAR.
The angle I tried to shoot a load on her face was unfortunate. I accidentally came on the David Bowie tribute she had out. Oddly, that made it more erotic.
You ate ashes out of my bong
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