she tasted like a mixture of sweat and destiny
I mean. If you don't have time I understand, but my dick doesn't.
He played a tape of his mad rapping skills after the final...his rapper name was Mad Stylz and he rapped about all the pussy he got in the 90's. I love Sociology.
you threw up into the pocket of your shirt. which was pretty damn polite
That big chick who gave you the handly polished off one of the walls to the ginger bread house right before she came outside. FYI
I mean thanks for the bj but i wanna forget everything that happened last night between 11 and 5
I ate shit on a rock, and when I got up this car full of people asked me if I was okay, and I just sprinted away screaming "I am a banana!"
It was like getting a handjob from a frost giant
If you need to be the damsel in drunken distress make sure it's before 3.
Well for decently drunk, in the woods, last-person-i-should-be-hooking-up-with sex, i thought it was pretty good.
Pretty sure I was impersonating Rihanna when I kept asking him what my name was while we were making out
As much of a hooker as I am you don't slam where you drink
She's seen your dick through your pants. You don't need to ask
found my cat trying to steal a lighter to hide away for himself. cat what are you doing. don't pocket my lighter.
Last thing googled on my laptop last night was vagina chaffing. What the fuck?
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