Everything went well, until I walked into his bedroom and there was a Ronald Reagan poster watching over his bed - creepy
cynthia nixon should never get laid more than me
fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
i love my job...i have craft hour at my desk w twizzlers
can u grab me a application
She was so adorably desperate I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't a lesbian. So now She's making waffles, may switch teams over this.
Tried to ride the mechanical bull pants less, got punched for making out with some lesbians wife, and you tipped the bartender with a can of skoal.
I regret nothing
I am far too hungover to deal with the fact I can hear you masturbating in the bathroom.
It's not that I'm in love with her, so much as I would love to be her lesbian experience.
Haha. Last winter I went through this phase where id go to the bars with my own giant goblet and demand to be served white wine and red bull hah
Why can't people give useful wedding gifts...like sex swings or Nutella?
It would seem she's painting a bullseye right in between her legs
How much money would it take for the bouncer to get us beers while we wait in line to get in?
$450 apparently whoopwhoop
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
your marriage is hazardous to my nightlife
yea, mine too.
Do you think Ashley had her twin sister tag in for our date? The sex was different and I think a mole was missing
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