Dude, she had a vegina. I felt like Indiana Jones cutting a path through the jungle.
Last night I went to an anything but cups party. I took a hummingbird feeder. It was a terrible decision.
Its trashy in the best of ways. Like a stripper working to pay for college.
Apparently my gaydar only works on americans. Frenchie capris has two topless chicks in our kitchen making him breakfast.
They thought I was the paid stripper pretty much, and a lady tried to set me up with her nephew and then wanted to get my number for lesbian daughter... A typical night for me
He looked at my vag and said "you have a nice situation down there. Good work"
I'm so pissed my boobs hit the emergency stop button during my workout
The sex was so good I went temporarily numb. Slightly embarrassing when she pointed out I was kissing my own arm.
See what happens chris. I told u not to invite her over. Now shes on her way to jail and were stuck with two pomeranians.
We played alot of beer pong and ventured into the woods with tiki torches
The packers need to win more often, Andrew keeps drunk calling me and confessing his undying love for me in between puking and taking more shots.
I got whiskey, so I think the blizzard and I are at an even match
Anyways enough about genital fatigue...
Your heart isn't making stupid decisions... your penis is outsmarting your brain. Stop fucking her!
I either have a problem or a really good solution... I just ordered my homecoming dress off of a website that sells forplay outfits.
Randomize
