Hot guy, man whore rep, huge crush, alcohol that will fuck you up. I fail to see how this could go wrong
don't get me wrong, i like my boss a lot, but not enough to not bang his daughter
when she started arguing that Girl Talk was in fact a DJ, i knew i could never sleep with her
he opened up his "box of magic": a crusty tube of KY jelly, three expired condoms, a fingertip vibrater, and a jar of marshmallow fluff.
How many times a week can a couple have a threesome with the same guy before it becomes some sort of 3-way relationship?
apparently there was a flour fight and couch sex...
do you think she knows her nickname is brickface?
that's like... drinking popov and saying its the worlds best vodka. you gotta try some others first. THERE SHOULD BE A MISS AMERICA PAGEANT. but like, mr penis. and they can do tricks and make unintelligent remarks and wear sparkly condoms.
we are blowing up condoms and making balloons and we’re drunk on the floor. You could have come to school here
My dick hurts from so many people grabbing it last night. We're not going back to that club
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
Hey I know you're not home, but I'm here. Your front door is unlocked and someone took shit on your doormat...
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
She has that type of face she reminds me of that weird girl from napoleon dynamite only taller and with hoop earrings.
Angels sing when his face is between my thighs. I came 3 times before he even came up for air.
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