i dont know whats so great about being respectable.
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
I've made a list of places I want to have sex this summer. #1: Reptile House at the zoo.
And I can say one thing, I look pretty good in high wasted pants. I don't know if that helps. But I do. God I'm high.
And that's why we do second round interviews for possible roommates.
She looks well worn, presumably from a cavalcade of penis.
so when he he finally wandered back into the room it was with a pound of cream cheese which he ate in 5 minutes flat and then passed out
Im wearing a bra. Made of paint.
Human centipede...with the teletubbies. That's what my nightmare had in it.
I don't even want to know.
Why r u in my phone under "the last survivor"?
she went outside...danced, got some snow, and put cherry vodka in it. she was so proud of herself.
The guy whose house were at is drunkenly reading green eggs and ham to us in German
Yes be both agreed it was the worst sex in the history of fornication, so I asked him to sign the condom wrapper so I could frame it as a reminder to NEVER sleep with him again
Birthday wine tasting got super shambly super quickly. I am covered in cuts/bruises/terrible life decisions.
It's a weird kind of sexy when a guy has a bunkbed with his roommate
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