Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odor wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
I have a new reason to go to work: I can tell which 3 of my coworkers are sisters just by looking at their butts.
we were naked in his bed and he told me all about what a "baller" alexander the great was.
I swear my cock is like a magnet to my friends younger sisters mouths.
I didn't think it was possible but there may actually be TOO MANY pictures of me tagged shotgunning.
at the hospital. the stripper fell on his face when she was trying to grab the dollar bill out of his mouth with her ass. broken nose for sure.
He ran into the room yelling "attack! Attack!", jumped on top of me on the air mattress, popped the air mattress, and then we had victory sex, because he was proud of popping it.
i mean, not my actual scene but if someone says "PARTY" ill figure it out
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
They told you that you couldn't fit in the dryer. Man, did they eat their words. You did brake the door though.
Can we make a sex game out of monopoly somehow?
And then my hands went numb and no one believed me so I started putting peoples cigarettes out on them. Shitty idea i'll tell you that much
They just dared her to tape flip flops to her tits. Entertainment value cannot be found like this in any other part of America.
I guess that's what I get for clicking on a link that says clown penis.
So it's official the pockets of my work apron exist solely for the purpose of secretly flipping off asshole customers and not losing my job.
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