we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
Right before he passed out, he said "Stuporman, coming in for a landing"
Actions speak louder than pants.
I wore my underwear in the shower just in case i passed out and you had to come in and get me
it was like i was on a global safari of uncircumcised men
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
The girl behind me in psych just tapped me on my shoulder to tell me there was a condom wrapper in my hood.
You should know me better than that. I don't whore around. I promise this is a blowjobs only kind of trip.
I just replaced the poop spray with an air horn... Now we wait!
Fuck these runners passing me on campus as I'm waking to dinner. With my huggie. With flavored vodka and rum. Aka yum
is one penis in the hand worth one better nicer penis in the manscaped bush?
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
I don't know, we got really drunk and I slapped her with an ear of corn.
I was taking this cougar home in the middle of the night I walked across the hall all naked to take a piss and ran into to some chick from highschool she said no way you are fucking my mom ran into her moms room and started yelling at her
You don't need yoga. You need a boyfriend! Trust me I've become all sorts of flexible this past year.
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