Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
he's from indiana, of course he's clueless about "g-spots"
it's like doing a sit-up... but, you're inside someone
But i don't feel like talking to him right now. I woke up an hour ago to a picture of his penis and I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON.
I've decided to be proactive and make a sex playlist on my phone to avoid any awkward moments in my upcoming slutty summer
It's a good cause. For your vagina.
I just spent my entire state tax return on sex toys
With a stable of 7 fuck buddies, I literally use a random number generator to determine the order in which I will booty call them on my way home from work. I have not slept in my own bed in a month. I just keep half my clothes hanging in my car or in a suitcase.
I can't ever look his wife in the eye again. She will see right through my soul to his dick pic.
He snorted adderall on my table. I have a feeling he's not trying to buy me flowers
It was 3 am when she drunkenly tried to deep-fry a banana.
How'd she do that?
New rule. If he's too busy to put the "H" in "what" then I'm too busy to put his D in me.
She demanded to see my stimulus package, I had to go over.
Randomize
