Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
everyone contributed. i held her hair back, he rubbed my vag... it was a team effort.
then my gynecologist said "its like opening up buried treasure"
Did you ever stop and think that god invented whiskey dick specifically for me
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
You told me to pour the Gatorade on you "like Flashdance"
Hate is such a strong word! I prefer to think that you strongly dislike me due to the honesty I show towards your routine shortcomings of success in life.
I hate waking up Sunday morning and thinks "how many friends did I lose last night".... Normally it's between 1-5.
I also have to vacuum the broken noodles out of my suitcase...
Me too, I feel like I pinched your nipples excessively. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but in retrospect I'm not so sure.
...I'm not a booty call or a pizza...you can't just call/text and expect to be eating me in an hour..
you gave a quesadilla a blow job with sour cream at Denny's.
Holy shit, add "successfully got stoned secretly at a party where a cop was" to my list of accomplishments.
I fucked your neighbor. Welcome to the new apartment!
Well she's 'call Wayne Gretzky a whore' drunk so you tell me.
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