your butthole totally puckers for the ginge
Every morning i wake up and check his twitter like a horoscope
i DID try to find you last night. i asked where you were and you texted me the letter "e" and a picture of the dark.
Plus you know he's just 2 semesters and 4 glasses of wine away from "experimenting" with some French major
he definitely had sex before you were fully potty trained.
You could have chosen coming to fuck me over getting too hammered to drive. But you made your bed, and now you get to jack off alone in it.
Look, sometimes you have to snapchat a topless photo of yourself in the middle of class just to prove you can. I can and I did. End of argument.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
And thanks to you I'm pretty sure I'm banned from every qdoba in south carolina. And cab company
We were ushered out of Medieval Times by a squire for making out in the torture chamber. Children were present.
Bacardi 151 is like a past nightmare I'm still curious about
I described my life as a 7 layer cake of death
I have been adopted by a clan of drunken skinny dipping tourists.
he went down on me and a few minutes later he asked to show me a magic trick. then he pulled a quarter out of my vagina
My orgasm happened in two different decades
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