Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
No one knows who he is but he hasn't missed a shot in beer pong yet. He's dressed as lance armstrong and is tearing shit up.
He like walks around to open car doors for me. Has already held my hair while I barf and still likes me. What. Is. Happening.
honestly i just want a cigarette and someone to go down on me... are you interested in helping with either of those
Did you fuck him in my garden last night?
That WOULD explain the dirt in my vagina
I just held a marble with my kegel muscles for 5 min. You may call me COCKCLAMP 9000!!!!
Technically ya I did. Hes tried to get down my pants like 3 times now and every time I have been all "these are not the Droids you are looking for"
Did you really just call a picture of your erect penis art?
I know what you meant. If you want babies in time for your birthday, we gonna need either a time machine or a ski mask.
Just made a diving catch to save a handle of Fireball falling out of the car. ESPN worthy.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
MANY MANY THINGS AND MOST OF THEM ARE YOUR FUCKING FAULT
We had to push you home in an abandoned shopping trolley. You thought you were in a pirate boat and kept yelling "AVAST, ME HEARTIES".
I was totally going to fuck him and then his friend walked in brushing his teeth, whipped down his pants and started doing the windmill. Ultimate cock block
Sometimes I feel like my vagina has a photographic memory of his penis. It sucks that he got engaged....
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