Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
I was so drunk last night I wanted to download a Busta Rhymes album.
my mom sold the house because of the grow room the couple saw i had in the basement.
he somehow instantly knew i was from vermont.
it probably had something to do with chasing your soco with maply syrup.
but i'm paying and its not a date cause he's got a gf and i'm hooking up with his roommate tomorrow night
Don't ask how or why, but I think the 775 on the inside of my lip is permanent
and by clear my head i mean get drunk and cry myself into oblivion.
You didn't even properly utilize my pigtails.
Your shoe was in the washing machine. I have it in my pocket. My phone rang before and I answered your shoe. Meet me at the bar in 10.
I couldn't do it. You can't break up after that many orgasms. It's physically impossible.
BTW car sex works all the muscle groups. Just sayin. Legs/butt are sore as are arms, back and core.
Turns out the bartender I fucked is the bar owner. WHY THE FUCK DO I PAY FOR HALF MY DRINKS? IS SEX NOT TIP ENOUGH?
Started the 4th with a foursome. I don't know if it gets more festive than that. #MERICA
I wish I could send you one of those donuts I had. Like teleport it to you. Because it would change your life
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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