I'm at a Mexican Walmart. Wish you were here.
So im walking through ohare and this guy walks by with a cart full of big bottles of liquor. I want to know what flight hes on.
I think if I could use my boobs as a second pair of hands everything would be ok
These shoes are like walking on sunshine and labias. So soft and squishy
How do we turn this unicorn pinata into a bong?
I take it that, because we are not guzzling a box of franzia, everything went alright?
Kripsy Kremes at our place, bring your own coffee. And your own donuts because these ones are ours.
I woke up with a thorn in my belly button. A THORN!
Why do I feel like I need to drink to feel better about the things I do when I'm drunk
I just made my mom buy me lube. I've reached a new level of broke.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
Really I don't care what we're doing or watching. Your penis spends way too much time outside of my body.
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
The last thing I remember before blacking out was passing that sobriety test.
I kinda wanna drive through the Gator bar parking lot and seeing if my panties are on they ground, they should be right next to my pride...
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