I went for the touchdown every play, and I think I ended up with herpes.
I just found out why they dont make table-dance tables out of glass.
idk how it happened. she made a very smooth transition from crying to blowing me
it was frightening. in my opinion the only thing that should resemble a vagina is a vagina.
I'm not afraid to fist fight your child if I feel he is standing in between me and some tacos.
Just pull your dick out and wink at her, its a game changing play
She liked to slap me in the face while she was on top. All I can say is that big boobs can excuse a lot.
Let's just say after this weekend I'm known as Shameous the Irish bar fighter.
But theres a keg here and me gusta
her 18 year old son fed me pieces of a french roll like a pigeon, as I lay on the floor of the bathroom crying.
Did you seduce any young men into coming home to your love nest of poutine and jäger bombs?
Oh, and apparently I was butt ass naked and walked into the room where anna was skyping her dude in afghanistan and said "This is happening."
oh my god I have a fantastic druncle story to tell you. It involves a burrito, a meltdown and a bear
The burrito and meltdown are standard, but I'm intrigued by the bear
YOU BETTER NOT BE SHAVING YOUR LEGS RIGHT NOW IM TRYING TO HELP YOU
Today is National Blunt Day in the Great State of Me. Come ovah
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