It was not a dingleberry, it was a dinglemelon
he asked if thats how we do it in the states..like there's cultural difference in fucking between canada and the us..
Even my vagina gasped.
The bartender gave me the kids toys. Paddle ball & a gecko.
Nothing says Welcome to America than having the international house watch a sorority girl puke over the edge of the porch at 8am.
I found his retainer in my ass crack. It smells like shame.
Saxophones in my mind. I swear someone dosed me.
His voice is like having sex with hot chocolate and then suddenly you're pregnant.
This cabbie knows where I live. Both awesome and weird.
Dude I just saw a beer truck w taps in the side... It's like god heard my prayers and sent me a gift from heaven
Blow job season was short but glorious.
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
Excuse me while I take my birth control pill for today to prevent getting pregnant from hearing about your sex life
can we not compare my dick to a children’s folk tale
Twas still the Saturday before Christmas \nAnd it’s still fucking snowing\nAnd Steve wished he slowed down \nOn all the fucking drinking
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