she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
I mean we havent seen each other since december and then bam its cinco de mayo and were having sex under a life guard tower taking tequila shots between each position. no big deal
I don't remember her name, all I remember is trying to suck the wedding ring off her finger.
He is passed out on the kitchen floor. He will fight you if you disturb him. Just a warning.
I would say I am sorry for punching you last night, but I found the pictures you took on my camera and it all came rushing back.
No it's ok. I made friends with the guy that always wears helmets to the bar. His name is helmet Harry
should i go to class, or party with a mariachi band?
meriachi band is very tempting, do they have dos equis?
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
I tried snowmobiling at 2 am. I broke my glasses. You're right. Things do get out of control.
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.
Well, he hasn't actually seen me naked. Just my boobs... and the left side of my vagina.
I've spent my afternoon dipping strawberries in DayQuil if that's any indication of where I'm at in life.
Your next boyfriend should be from MENSA...you're so smart, it's intimidating as fuck. My penis retracted in fear.
Her vagina is like the upper echelon of Scientology and I don't have enough money to get in
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