Tell me I did not drive one hour for whiskey dick.
Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
I think a girl in front of me glued an ugg tag to a weird pair of boots.
she looked me in the eyes and called me a poet because i was singing lady gaga, then she fell over...
I managed to lose everything but my socks.. which stayed on all 6 times we had sex.
May or may not be going home with my jamitor. i'm kiddong, btw, i have no idea. i'll let you know soooon.
Something's wrong. Everything's on fire. Unless it was like that before. Then everything's alright.
Maybe he'll be famous someday and I can forget that anything embarrassing may have happened and just say that I fucked that famous guy.
If we both finish he brings me a beer and cookies, if only he finishes I get wine and cheesecake. I think I'm in love.
My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
I'm not gay but if a lesbian wants to eat my box out I'm not gonna say no to someone who knows what they're doing.
I have a boner in one of my pics with her which no one noticed.
For real his Facebook page says he studied "sexual arts" at some random college I've never heard of. You've been warned.
I passed out in your bed last night...there maybe a snickers and twix bar under your pillow
2020 sucks, I want a refund
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