she smelled like a LAN party
I'll show rhose boucners: You don't let me in, I poop on your pool.
M WATCHING THE HISTORY CHANNEL AND IT SAID THAT WHEN THE LUST PART OF THE BRAIN IS ACTIVATED THE JUDGEMENT PART IS NOT. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
I don't remember much, but my night is dated pre-Jaeger and post-Jaeger. Also, my boss may or may not have tucked me in.
I actually didn't mind her sub-par blowjob skills.. It took me back to a time when skipping class was noticed, and my liver didn't look like a worn out shoe
I was drunk petting a fox and taking shots of Jager. That's about as outdoorsy as it gets.
I knew when her mom came in spraying me with Febreeze telling me I smelled like shame it was going to be a rough day.
You have not lived until you've puked on your sequined UGGs in the Rite Aid parking lot while going to buy emergency contraceptives.
They gave me patron and potatoes I couldn't say no
I WOULD NEVER LIE ABOUT SOMETHING AS SERIOUS AS SABADO GIGANTE BEING CANCELED
I don't have any soul left to be crushed.
Okay first of all, that is a sick ass nickname please call me that forever. Second, i need your help.
I worry about your feelings an awful lot for somebody who gets off on making you cry
I have an ideal penis or slightly above ideal penis in every country that isn't ruined by the specter of communism
For some reason she gave me a handjob. It was all very confusing
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