You never go ass to mouth. That's quite possibly the most important rule Paramedic school has taught me.
and all i could think about was how mcdonalds would not be open anymore after we were done having sex
It's alarming how good I'm getting at being productive at work on Thursday after Johnny Walker Wednesdays.
Kayla got stiches in her face. Rode in an ambulance shotgun. Tried to steal a baby, thought it was mine
Everything was yummy and fruit flavored and five alive and happymeas.
I found him on the floor in the kitchen eating cheese and tomato. I mean a block of cheese and whole tomatoes, he was alternating. Thats why your cheese has teeth marks.
I wasn't an ass in college so much more like I showed my ass a lot especially during serious beerpong games. You know I don't fuck around when it comes to sports.
I'm dying. The alcohol is viciously exiting my tiny body.
I've got to stop being so hungover that I puke in the fine establishments of this glorious town.
I will consider it. I need to determine if ogling him is worth almost certain death via zipline.
And all i could do was bury the part of me that felt guilty for cradle robbing and put on my dick swallowing bib.
We sexted for four hours straight. Is this really what my life has come to?
Good news y'all just straight up snorted 2 adderall and I'm not a real being on this plane of existence anymore and I'm ready for finals
We're in a hurricane and you send me a video of you playing with your dick while driving! You wanna die?!
So i've noticed that drunk me erases sent messages to hide them from sober me, because drunk me knows that sober me will be PISSED at drunk me.
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