Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
He started to notice that i sleep with every girl he calls dibs on.
his blanket is still in the back seat of my car, its like a constant reminder of his small penis
You weren't just peeing. You were like grinding on it. And you tried to pee in the washing machine first.
Are we going out tonight?
My conscience says no but my vag says yes
She started puking and I started running and I swear to god there was a wave of vomit chasing me down the stairs.
oh sorry. I thought "boat" was code for "penis"
Ummm didn't i have pubes when i went to bed last night?
Mm. I just want to eat pancakes off of his fine ass.
dont eat that thats our sex nutella.
What's the place called?
I searched "county" on google, but....there's a lot of results
Watching a guy masturbate in real time is a lot less theatrical than porn had me to believe.
It's Scottsdale, it shouldn't be this hard to find drugs.
I can no longer play with you. I puked on my feet in the shower. I'm too old for this.
They think I fractured my spine while doing your cousin on concrete.
Randomize
