That's the last time we joust in Radio Flyer wagons after margarita night.
Please fuck him. And then let me tell her. And then let me protect you from the knife she pulls from her Ed Hardy purse. Please.
I have to be home in time to watch my friend on that Lifetime show about having babies. And by friend, I mean the girl I had a lesbian experience with at a party 3 years ago.
And by hung out you mean you were in my bed for 5 minutes while your penis was in my mouth.
He's more than prepared to help us move. Dude brought sunscreen, cans of Coke, and Captain Morgan.
A Bum and I jusst hugged. its not even 8 pm.
He didn't dress up but kept finding random pieces of costumes on the floor at each club. He was an 80s hair band warrior at the end of the night.
As he walked by me and gave me his dreamy smile full of dimples all i could think was 'I gave you chlamydia'.
I just think his face would be more attractiveif it was framed by my thighs
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
I'm giving head in a stairwell, I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm so ashamed.
The power of my boobs compel you
It's official. Post baseball sex is better than post hockey sex. I hope the Blue Jays win the world series.
So apparently dinosaur erotica does, in fact, exist.
listen I need taco bell and an orgasm within the next hour. I'll leave the order in which you provide those things up to you
Randomize
