How many nights a week you wake up with sticky boxers cause you were dreaming of Clay Aiken? Your wife mad?
sorry i walked in and ruined it, but i had to laugh she looked like a pile of bologna the way you had her pinned up on the wall
she read insantiy as in-nast-tit-ty and asked what the hell does that mean...
I didn't mind getting the stomach flu from him. we had great sex AND I'm seven pounds lighter
He practically bottle-fed me Jameson, like I was a baby chimpanzee on those nature specials.
Then we all started singing, "Our house, in the middle of the street. Our house, fucks a lot of freshman meat". It was magical.
He needs to stop telling me how much he respects me. What does that even mean
there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night blowing lines drinking white wine and playing call of duty. don't judge me
I need a genital shamwow being this wet.
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
Interesting, I was always told to run away from crazy, but you seem to think we should run towards them dick first.
He invites me over for to adderall and chill. Academic Tuesday
So I thought you might like to hear how I went to sams club to print some pictures and suddenly there was 20 pictures of your dick and my snatch on the screen
I'm bringing pajamas, aspirin, morning after clothes and morning after pill
we woke up when the front wall of the house caught fire.
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