I just used Master P to describe what sound the letter U makes to my daughter...
What can i say im a girl who smells like weiners.
I guess I should mention that I have already fucked the Fed Ex guy.
That changes everything.
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
i would eat my own dick if it were covered in nutella
i cant belive i got a ticket! i know what his dick tastes like!
i feel like god sat there all night pointing and laughing at me
Bad news is I found gravy in my nightstand again.
He skyped me to learn how to roll a joint and for us to masturbate together. And you said a long distance relationship wouldn't work.
sudden memory flashback: you and i having sex on the bed, erin sitting naked in your desk chair drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while harassing you for your computer password to play some "mood music." high five. go us.
All I remember is passing out with an umbrella over my head and waking up screaming bad luck for seven years
I yield to the immortal wisdom of one ludacris, who famously wrote, "can't turn a hoe in to a housewife." Indeed, ludacris, indeed.
I fucked him twice and then he set me up with his teammate. This kid does wonders for me
I might be drinking a 4-day old opened beer on a Wednesday. You're in no position to judge me.
It would have only made it one day at my place.
Same way I cope with everything else. With dildos, dunkin and depeche mode
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