Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
i swear i just saw perry the platypus. the fuck dude. i shouldnt even know who that is
I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
It hit me after I slept with his best friends and brother, that maybe I took it a bit far
I think the main reason you were throwing up so much was the quart of soap you chugged trying to burp bubbles. you came close
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
when you wake up in a apartment hallway wearing someone else's shoes, you can pretty much assume last night was a success.
He knew exactly who I'd slept with after just one look at my crotch. He's like the Sherlock Holmes of cocks.
We found Mulan.
I thought you were in bed what the hell
so as he was cumming he sort of growled with one eye squinted... for a moment there I thought I was fucking Popeye
yeah im watching him make his speech now. cant take him seriously tho. hes talking about funding for education and all i can think about is how ive seen what he looks like wearing womens underwear...
Not now. Out of camp chairs. Carving a new one with a chainsaw. Mushrooms are starting to kick and I gotta get this done NOW.
I just want some dick and chicken fingers please advise
Somehow you're a lightweight AND an alcoholic. Rare combo in one person. Well done.
I have done everything sexualally imaginable with that umpalumpa
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