I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
The sex was great until she started shouting, "Succeed!, Succeed!" Then it was like I was fucking a motivational speaker. Awkward.
it wasn't sex, it was awkward naked time.
Exactly how many bongs can i have before my parents figure out they really aren't vases
I got head to The Nanny. Officially gay.
it was a whole new experience in the world of ball fondling
Me and my vagina aren't speaking at the moment.
I knew as soon as he opened a beer with his teeth to shotgun it that I was going to sleep with him. I'm never going home.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
That sad moment when you flush your Molly down the toilet at the airport & watch your vacation slowly end..
I'm high. Everything has a 45° angle. That is as far as my eyes open
I am so disappointed that he didn't steal a Christmas tree last night.
Also fuck yeah conspiracy
He stopped in the middle of us fucking so he could turn on lithuanian techno music. And the sad thing is that it was the best sex of my life.
I'm too horny to sleep. I need some violent sex to wind me down.
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