I was hooking up with him in my car, he wouldn't stop with my nipples, I had to literally beat him off of me. He kept groaning too while he was doing it. Sick.
Mommy issues
I didn't think it was possible for the human body to be physically dependant on weed until I moved in with this kid
well we are all hammered and my parents are reminiscing about all the times they drove us home drunk from Christmas
oh and if she happens to say anything about a cantalope and tissues... just go with it
Using his name makes it all too personal. I refuse to get attached to this one. This is all about ass. He doesn't get a name.
The only explanation I can think of is that he still likes me. Which gives me an enormous amount of power over him and makes me laugh with malicious intent.
Come now. I'm bloody but I'll give you the best fuck of your life.
I told you when I started the only reason I was gonna coach your kids soccer team was that I could meet all the hot soccer moms. So why are you so mad I slept with your ex?
Something tells me your "Titties for Tracy Morgan" fundraiser won't pan out.
I'm not snubbing your weed I just had a really important rack of ribs to get home to
We both fell asleep mid-handjob and he continued to call it "handjob halftime".
pizza hut and my weed lady just showed up at the same time. I feel 22 again.
You kicked my dad IN THE NUTS right when he walked in.
Sorry, man. Thought he was a cop.
I woke up wearing nothing but my red thigh high socks and a blue wig. I have no idea what happened.
my mom is feeding me weed brownies...god help us
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