I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
I acted like I was still sleeping as she gathered her stuff to leave.. that's when she let one rip
remind me not to puke in the mesh trash can tonight
May God have mercy on my new vibrator.
You were telling me to give my phone mouth to mouth so it wouldn't die.. Should i be worried for you?
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
dude, i woke up with a mini keg on my night stand. again. like wtf
Maybe next year when I'm 30 I will be over puking at lunch on Fridays. Maybe
I want to be "performing a disservice to society by actually wearing clothes in public" hot.
I was stuffing my vagina with gummy bears last night having him eat them out of me. Team Haribo for the win!
That awkward moment when you are on your way to ICU and the only sympathy gift you can think of is beer and whiskey
Dont... please don't. Don't fuck him on his bean bag bed
hey, cheif big dick, where the fuck are my panties.
How many weight watcher activity points do you think sex is worth?
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