Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
i'm watching a show about a girl who died from masterbating with a carrot. A FUCKING CARROT, EMILY! YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL!
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
you humped every kiosk in the store. then you asked for an application.
That makes the second boyfriend of hers that I've fucked. I'm gonna start keeping an eye on every guy she even speaks to. Girl is my sexual rabbit's foot.
how did we start talking about space blow jobs?
i've never been that scared in my life. i ran naked into the corner and he just stood there trying to shield his boner from the light.
My last 2 google image searches were 'a lot of pudding' followed by 'a generous portion of pudding'
If you hear death cries, thats me singing. Just let me be.
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
There is a couple fucking in the outback bathroom and at first I thought it was sick but than I remembered my Outback fantasy with you and decided I can't pass judgements.
Your liver needs more exercise - we start training tonight.
You're going to love the baby's room.
I doubt it. I can't have sex there anymore. That severely limits the appeal of the room to me.
I took it as a sign from the lord above that she wanted me to creep on these men.
Only you would try street racing in a Volvo.
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