I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
I swear after i took it all i did was scream for four hours
Who was that couple sleeping in your bed with us last night?
We got to the party at eleven, and the host was already in the hospital from being stabbed. And she brought the stabber home with us when we left.
You didn't hold all these dicks to become a party planner!
Only in my life does a conversation about Hanukkah lead to sexting
You put me in such a good mood with that road head, I bought everyone at Hooters donuts.
Sorry I punched you in the throat. You got in my way. You understand.
It is clearly not my fault that you decided studying was more important than trying to bang our hot teacher for an A, so I seized the opportunity.
Can we talk about the fact that a stranger is doing a line of coke off our living room table right now?
at any given day I am at least 60% invested in my work. today I am staggered around 3.5%
Oohh. Then yes, he is the Alpha Fuckboy.
I'm glad you had fun with your genitals.
Why would you keep yourself in a sharting situation
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