Well we can cross off dogs, dating sites, and real life as ways to help you meet a chick.
I'm naming my child veloci raptor. And you can be a part of its life if you want. But that's its name. Cause i have the vagina.
he then started listing things that have been up his butt, never drinking in boys town again
his pick up line was "wanna get a pizza and fuck?"
did it work
that's not the point...
this is the second time this week i got a blowjob from a crying girl.
She told me about it right after. She said she was scared I would be disappointed. And I was, but I pretended not to be. Which pretty much sums up our relationship.
Are you considering all the consequences of doing your boss or are you just rationalizing with your vagina?
my window is missing, there is half a pizza jammed into the disk slot of my PS3, and the entire kitchen floor is covered in cerial i cant see any wood floor. did we have fun?
If I wasn't stoned and knee deep in cheese and crackers I'd help.
It makes no sense at first, you go with it, it's fun and entertaining and then a disaster
The hardest part about being a child of divorce is when you're at your dad's house but your condoms are at your mom's house.
I'm gonna have to kick a girl scouts ass...
It was extremely weird and uncomfortable mid blow job she looks up and says " tell me Simon Cowell makes your dick hard"
Why am I a human magnet for the worst dicks of the world?
Can you imagine doing supermarket sweep in a sex store? What's the sex store equivalent of a whole ham?
Randomize
