To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
he kept bringing up different times we had sex and i wouldnt say anything back. i would never confirm nor deny the situation...like a politician ya kno
One question: Why is your trash can full of blood and pop-tarts?
The secrurity code on my debit card is 420, can not lose this card.
Make sure you take the apple pie out of your pocket before you pass out.
I told him if he went to see magic mike with me I'd cover his eyes during the penis parts
Sweating vodka and spray tan, I feel like a trophy wife.
We call it "Dishes: Hard Mode". Basically whoever is doing dishes gets head but needs to finish the dishes before they cum.
And so far nothing been broken!
I'm mailing you cans of corn and that's final.
so you 69ed him in the parking lot of your apartment
yah I won't allow him in my apartment
So you were shitfaced and stole a fucking kayak?
Drank vodka clubs for 6 hours last night. Holy shit just realized that.
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
Banged a guy with 2 broken arms once. Top that
How is there a hawk inside this house? More importantly how the hell is he handling it without any gear?
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