No, we just ended up walking around in his pool high and singing songs by The Wiggles.
Whenever I said your name you screamed polo and did another shot.
You stuck your head out the window to puke and got hit with a mailbox.
new rule: i'm not touching his penis until he takes me out to dinner.
you know, if you actually abided by that rule there would be many more successful restauranteurs in ohio.
Just had the weirdest flashback. Did we buy melon, take it into the restaurant and try to make them give it to us as dessert?
If it's any consolation, I've been sitting in the hallway in assless chaps for the past thirty minutes
You guys don't happened to be dressed as gladiators, do you?
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
I'm not so good at organized events that don't revolve around whiskey or playgrounds.
his brother walked in while we were fucking on the couch, told me i had "lovely jugs" and offered to make both of us a drink
Nothing like cleaning out your cleavage from lunch, finding cookie crumbs and eating them...
However, you did manage to order seven different drinks while fingering her at the packed bar - it was like watching the pizza men pound the dough in the windows
I think I've done enough damage with my vagina as of late, thank you
I was just at the gas station and happened to look left and see a girl blowing some guy. How was your night?
With each thrust he'd whisper "like a ninja." Should I be flattered or appalled?
Randomize
