So im walking through ohare and this guy walks by with a cart full of big bottles of liquor. I want to know what flight hes on.
I just want a better ending for myself. Not walking around with one sock on and my bush hanging out.
So does it count as really great road-head if he ran over 3 mailboxes before realizing he was off the road?
Sorry, they don't make maternity Power Ranger suits...
My lecture teach is passed out next to me. I think I'm doing pretty good for a freshman.
The closest thing to a sext that you will ever receive from me is a picture of pepperonis on Greg's asscheeks, clenching.
Well he can play the xylophone with his erect cock... So he's got that going for him
I cNt phones. tingles in my fingles. jingles
This is the I'm sorry text for running around yelling don't shit on my rainbow, end up in the fetal position crying at 4 am in my car because someone shit on my rainbow
Apparently I'm a "fire hazard"
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
I used your vibrator when you were out of town. Now I know why you always come out of your room smiling.
I really just gave up on masterbating because I'm too tired. I really am getting old.
Sitting in the dr office she literally looked at my throat and goes have you been having oral intercourse
breakfast this morning: omelette, Valium and baileys hot chocolate
Now that sounds like the breakfast of champions
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