You're the host. Of course you wear the diaper. It's like wearing the pants.
i dont know why he would complain when i touch him there.
I'm sorry I didn't make it out, I got distracted by sparkley boobies.
i thought i was the drunkest one there til some girl puked in the tip jar.
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
Last night all you did was whine about how you needed something new and exciting
Is THAT why I woke up with dreadlocks?
Ok let me just clear up this blowjob thing first so we can talk about your grandpa
I may or may not have puked in the ladies room. Now I get to convince my client to go to substance abuse treatment. Oh, the irony.
I think he's holding my wallet hostage because I puked in his car. It's not my fault he has child locks on his windows..
Also, if asking a guy to come over and watch curling with you doesn't scream let's fuck then idk what does
Oh boy I hope we come out of this alive. And with clean prison records
She has the best kind of daddy issues
i told someone my fallback plan was to be a slutty bartender and i needed the practice as i straddled them to pour a shot
i woke up to drewlling on a plate of eggrolls half naked halfway between my bed and the floor, and i have no idea where my pants went
I’m planning a Pharmasutra for the first night after the pandemic ends
Pharmasutra?
Me + Chris + cocktails + viagra = night of orgasms
Randomize
