I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
You went to the wrong car, tried to open the locked door, and started crying because you thought we were playing a mean trick. Then the owner came...
may or may not have recieved head in the car before we came in.
First straight guy ever blown in a Prius. Congrats.
while cleaning my room, i've found many wonderful things. one of these is the card you gave me for my eighteenth birthday. it's a christmas card that says "i want to stick it in your sponger"
Dude. No way. She insults the term butterface. She's a butternothing.
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
on a brighter note, the strip club found my atm card
God gave him joint rollers for hands
I hope you enjoy this collage I made of you and me getting fucked up together
I'm sitting on the toilet just to avoid my bosses look of disapproval
I had her buy me a cock ring, so we might test that out. We are presently playing yahtzee.
Cock rings and yahtzee. Like peanut butter and jelly.
Once you've had an oral std scare, you're an expert.
The true debate: do I prioritize going to bed and getting more than six hours of sleep or do I prioritize washing out various grease, leaf bits, and jizz out of my hair
It's a draw. You need to settle it in Smash, Soul Calibur, and/or rock-paper-scissors, the last of which Steve claims is bullshit.
I'd rather plunge my eyes out than acknowledge being related to either of my brothers
Randomize
