So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
He was singing "i gotta feeling" under his breath as i was pulling my top off.
I found out what happened to my eye. I punched myself in the face.
she got to the point every few minutes she checked to see if her boobs were still there.
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
Damn, it's been so long since I had sex I could use the cobwebs from my vagina to decorate for Halloween.
I'm in this weird masturbatory haze making onion rings. If you want to come over we can eat these suckers and play TF2.
Why don't we hang out more often?
She doesn't even know his real name...he just keeps calling himself Hans the Third
she is like a cock bee. instead of going from flower to flower she goes from cock to cock
I was gonna turn him down, but he correctly identified a song from Pocahontas.
PS I almost downloaded grindr to see if any guys wanted to buy me chinese food..
he stopped mid makeout and said "can I pray for you?"
Dick very happy bro
the wedding party just walked in to the song eye of the tiger. i'm getting drunk.
I just used a coke ridden $20 bill to buy Girl Scout cookies
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