i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
First off: I'm drunk so fuck you. Second: you weren't a bad girlfriend. Tres: thats 3 in spanish. Number 4: fuck 3 Doors Down
i had just passed the point of no return when my mom opened my door. I hid my dick and took the porn off the computer in time but i still had to explain my day at school to her WHILE i was jizzing in my pants.
So I'll spare the details, but I think I discovered I'm lactose intolerant. In my sleep. And you'll be needing new sheets.
I need to remember that good judgment goes out the window after the 7th shot and the 3rd Lady GaGa song.
There's a litter of kittens in my bathtub and beer cans everywhere. I want my apartment key back.
I was the one passing out cake at the bars
She is trying to turtle bite me and when I pull away she says just let it happen. Then she pulled a poptart out of nowhere
You may have cured my horniness. I feel like my libido just got shat on by kittens who live on an enchanted rainbow.
If you are drunk already, then as your friend I am advising you to stop writing on your dads Facebook wall
My vagina is trying to run away to Boston without me.
It was at the same house, but a different party, when lesbians set me on fire. So there's that.
Heat not working dressed like an eskimo. A real one with a ski sock on my junk
But what if there are 6 people and they end up just pairing the off into 3 couples. Is it still an orgy?
Granted every 20 shifts of working there you seem to be on par to receive some sort of racy satisfying sexual encounter which money can’t buy
Randomize
