google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
I feel like I am becoming dumber sitting here in class than I would be sitting on the couch smoking weed.
If I had a clone, I'd fuck it with a condom
He bought me a flower. He's totally getting head every day for a week.
Don't make me out to be the bad guy. You practically MADE me cum on your food.
No that means he must've used the nipple clamps
She passed out in his mom's bed and when we went to go get her she went 'no its cool I live here'.
I found him in bed on a pullout couch with another dude. He had two empty puke buckets and his empty bottle of jagermeister right by his head.
I just got a reminder alert on my phone for an event I titled "Bradley getting stupid high with me in bed." I assume we planned this during the party. I'm down if you are.
You know your high, when your chugging applesauce out of the jar with no utensils.
My dick hurts from so many people grabbing it last night. We're not going back to that club
I accidentally brought up how there used to be a big tree in his yard, which I could only have known if I had been Google mapping his house.
If you wanna fuck the pudding, fuck the pudding. Just not the chocolate, Im gonna eat that.
Nobody cheats on THIS.
According to the rule of quantum porn mechanics, the mere thought of something kinky causes it to exist. So out there, somewhere, there is already riddler/smurf porn...
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