I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
Is it bad that everytime I read or hear "Woo Hoo" I immediately think of sex because of The Sims?
Check if I'm alive tomorrow. If not, tell my parents I died happy and that there's a gay cheerleader in the spare bedroom
You kept yelling that her vagina looked like a hatchet wound.
Best friends brother. Beat that.
its great to know that you distinguish your relationships on whether you can cum on someone's face
I'm sorry for throwing the cheese everywhere, but it wasn't my fault. No one was enforcing disipline so not really my fault for not behaving
why the fuck are my pubes caked with bread crumbs?
They were taking shots out of the caps of perfume bottles. This is too much for me.
you know i have almost 1500 fb friends but not ONE drunk booty call?
Are u guys proud? I puked my brains out last night at a strip club. While my two fave strippèrs held my hair
It's official. Post baseball sex is better than post hockey sex. I hope the Blue Jays win the world series.
I also don't hate being called a giant sack of cheese. Is that weird?
The moral of the story is this:the last shot of the night is always a mistake
thank you for the vibrator recommendation, i've come six times today and it's only noon
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