I mean don't get me wrong, vaginas are terrifying, they look so sneaky with all their layers and secret compartments and trap doors
def just vomited mimosa in the gym trashcan. i weigh less already so i say its been a solid workout.
Nobody is wearing shirts anymore. What is happening.
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
He kissed my hand AND my forehead. I don't think this virginity business is for heartless whores like us.
Also. When I die, I'm gonna have them put me in the casket naked and then have an open casket funeral. That will be my last chance to make people uncomfortable.
Definitely but only if you hit on the 16 year old in the karate class as part of your waffle and gin fueled sexually deprived rage.
And that is why we dont do tequila shooters at 1 in the afternoon. Because you go home with a beast like that
I think there's a problem with society when I'm shopping for lingerie and I think "man some of these would make kickass shirts"
Rigtt?!
I keep having dreams where I tie him up and eat cookies off of him while riding him. Wtf brain.
I'll just go on tinder. Seeking strong male to help take apart ikea furniture and move. I'll touch your dick.
I would drive 12 hours round trip for you to have an orgasm, cause that's friendship
You have to give it to him that he fucked me out of the dull weekdays.
On the plus side, he ate me out and gave me an orgasm. But he also talked about robots during sex and mispronounced it like the dad in the goldbergs and called them “robits”
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