Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
I still have your handprint on my ass. You're not allowed to ignore me yet.
I am telling you that nothing wakes you up like stomach acid exiting your nostrils at 10AM
normally i wouldnt have blown him but he was on dawsons creek.. i love dawsons creek.
September 16th, captains log. I awoke in a daze, not sure of my location
You've had your dick in my mouth. I don't think there are all that many barriers in our friendship at this point.
It was like an alcohol war zone and you left a soldier behind.
a guy just walked up to us....drank the rest of my beer....and said sorry for my loss before walking away.
So... Apparently, "Home" isn't the correct response when a cop asks for your address...
The bachelorette started when I opened the door and they threw a few dozen dildos at me.
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
All I remember is receiving a lap dance to slow motion.
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
I'll seduce him with my charm, after all, I am a graceful swan.
More like a demented cow.
You talk the same way I hallucinate.
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