How many nights a week you wake up with sticky boxers cause you were dreaming of Clay Aiken? Your wife mad?
his penis was the training wheels of my sex life
I walked into his room and he was naked with a half eaten pecan pie and a bottle of wine.
so some random man just messaged me on facebook "tig ol bitties" should i be concerned?
I don't even want to think about the kind of person who would shit in the street before 10pm on a Sunday.
I'm not really into her personality. Not that we've ever looked for personality in women.
That's only a quality to look for in a second marriage.
Im tired as fuck but i cant leave him here like this i gave him the acid and i feel the responsibillity to put his mind back together its fun im an architect about to about to construct a whole new belief and moral system inside this soul. Talk about the best psychothearpy
His fucking was so lame I considered painting my nails during...
Did you get any last night. I need to track my forever aloneness
Im going to bed. I'm seeing 7 of everything and my world smells like gravy
I can't blame him for thinking that then, placing a cone shaped potato chip on the tip of his penis post bj is not a normal act of love
I just used a beer funnel to put gas in my car
You might have to deal with a coked up ex pan American gold medalist wrestler when you get back to the room
So somehow today's lecture on the immune system turned into me having to stand up and explain female ejaculation to the class.
Ah you cut my boxers off with scissors, we're way past introductions
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