There's a hobo dancing by himself. Is anyone going to ask how he got in the house?
Is it just me or do I always seem to have cum in my bellybutton?
you ever get that eerie feeling when you walk in a room, when you know youve barfed here before.
it was 6 in the morning, and you cried until i put mulan in. then you proceeded to say every word, not to mention sing along... stop drinking.
we were pretty classy up until the second keg
i finally found my car by the hideout. it was parked in an employee only parking space with a torn up piece of paper in the back window with the word employee scribbled on it.
We were talking when all of a sudden she reach and started squeezing my dick and goes "nice." and then just kept the conversation going like nothing happened.
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
So really what you're asking for is an allowance to not have sex on our futon.
You must be buzzed on Miller Lite.. Zen master advice is flowing
Why put me through the conflicting battle of being happy for your vagina but sad for my vagina for no reason ahole
She showed up after 3 hours and proceded to make us all feel like resonable human beings. I dont know how she did it but she did it.
Woke up from a black out in a strangers Jeep without phone, shoes, or wallet.
I really prefer to do my walks of shame in the summer
I didn't expect the hobit to have that much sexual tension.
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