I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
He said he used to draw on the walls with poop when he was a kid.
there is a priest convention in the hotel. i feel like god is laughing at me.
do you ever think like no deep thought could take place in the spanish language? like all they talk about is like tacos?
how high are you?
My vagina is scared and excited at the same time. It might not be able to sleep tonight.
She's the only person who can pull off turning an outdoor patio heater tower into a stripper pole.
And the best part is I don't remember putting the condom in my pocket! Angels officially exist
This conversation has now reached a level of awkward that even a passerby streaking hobo couldn't break.
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
Apparently she "missed me" and the only logical solution was to fuck my brother.
Finding out you're not a mother on Mother's Day >>>
I'm just glad you didn't end up in Staten Island
I woke up naked holding a taco. My ass couldn't even make it to my bed let alone Staten Island
Family acid trip. They're welcoming me into the family.
What. The. Fuck.
Family acid trip.
how do you tell someone, in the most complimentary way possible, that they would make an excellent stripper?
Randomize
