Took an aderol, wrote a differential equation for solving volume of flow of a rectangular channel with change in depth, then masturbated for the 6th time.
hey dont come home for a while, moms drunk and is telling the story of 'how she met dad at that orgy' again
she said my body looked tiny like it was a bad thing and then didn't even mention how great my tits look. it's like we're not even friends.
There are flashing lights and a man dressed as Santa with a bullhorn in my cul de sac.
I'm not sure if this is awesome or scary.
Even her dad came up for the body shots. Wasn't sure what to do so I just laid there and let it happen...
The Supreme Court upheld health insurance. If that's not an excuse to get hospital drunk, I don't know what is.
Be ready for a dog pile. On your head. With my ass.
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
So don't be alarmed when you go into your bathroom, he's sleeping in the tub with your brothers dinosaurs. also I'll clean up the sticky floor later. (you don't wanna know)
He's far too busy staring into my soul to touch my tits.
The main motivators in my life are my sex drive and spite
Her vag MUST be made out of starbursts or something equally as delicious.
Can we climb Your roof?
No bitch its 2am go home.
We had an argument over whether or not she had super strength. She settled it by dragging me to the bed room and throwing me on the bed. Then forcefully fucking me. She won the argument.
All I know is when I asked you how many fingers I was holding up, you said "Hippo"
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