please tell me I'm in your upstairs bedroom. Just google mapped myself and I have no idea where I am.
I think someone spiked my drink last night. .. Like all 20 of them.
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
i guess it wasn't a booty call since he got home from the club at 6:00 am... he told me to consider it morning sex
this is a time for prayers...seriously
let us hold hands and pray.. sweet baby jesus please bring us some sweet sweet man loving this homecoming weekend to aid our lonely vaginas it has been a long couple of weeks amen.
We didn't have beer, so we played mini-beer pong with shots and frozen peas.
How do you feel about fucking me quick and then me leaving to go do arts and crafts?
I have no idea what to do about this. He has a power over me and I think its called his tongue.
Just warning you the last time I had captain Morgan I gave a blow job to a guy that looked like Jesus.
Its not that hard, just find a girl reading 50 shades of grey and point her my way
Ok I've processed it. Who the fuck makes out drunk in a parking lot in a backseat with the windows down in the middle of the day?!?!
thanks again for a nice night (and please don't fuck my boss)
Wake up. Eat bread. Find your dignity. Don't be late for work again.
The Easter sex puns were too abundant
Apparently swingers are magnetically drawn to me?
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