If facebook stalking was a job I would totally pown it
Her dress is practically falling off. It must know I'm here.
I should hang a sign above my bed that says "get hard or go home."
I vaguely remember taking a shit behind the shed before I started puking over the fence. No more Xanax.
they named it eva bongoria. i had to hit it based on the name alone.
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
I understand where he's coming from but I don't want this alcohol to revolve around relationship
Wait
Baked and hanging out with Al from Home Improvement's son. You can't make this shit up. Tuh-rippin balls
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
And after we debated politics. My dream come true: naked, just got done having great sex with a hot mixed guy, talking about why social welfare programs are a bad idea
My breasts were aching with rage.
Is 1:30 too early for the bar?
Do you want my opinion or society's?
I want your company
if it looks like there's being an exorcism being performed you know your doing something right.
Hung out near hay bales in sweaters then she gave me a pumpkin spice pop rocks bj. That was so freakin' seasonal.
We are all done wearing pants today
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