but she was nice to me.
She was a fuckin STRIPPER.
keep an eye on me. i'm afraid that after a few more drinks i'll ask to borrow his wheelchair.
we've been together for three years, and i still get excited when i know i'm going to give him a blow job. it's that kind of love
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
your love of good penises attached to ugly faces is disgusting and slightly disturbing.
Dude he's not responding... I'll take that as an unpleasant visit to the clinic
I tore the muscle in my left calf at the gym and still spent all evening in heels. UNSTOPPABLE!
Two cats fucking in the middle of the street. I sat there and watched in my car because I didn't want to cock block the male by honkin my horn.
Everybody needs breakup sex. You just happened to get yours from a dude who hasn't reached the point of breakup yet. No biggie.
oh and apparently my boobs are named "have no fear" and "plenty o'beer"
He has a bathrroom scale in his room with an alarm attached to it so anything over 150 sets it off and in his drinking stupper he can make a run for it.
This is not my bathroom and these are not my pants
After finding out he was married when we were together, I don't trust him.
I thought one was bad but really there are two woman stupid enough to marry our brother...unreal
He was referring to me as "Teenage Dream" the whole night
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