it was a shit show
We all have our days. But yours might be on the internet.
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.
If I've learned one thing today? Blow jobs get you to state championships.
Alright. Who did it? Who's bangin' the ump?
the only difference between me and a prostitute was that i complained a lot more.
WHY DOES GOD HATE MY DICK
just watched her puke in her purse and put it back on the bar. then half hour later put her hand in her bag to get a pen to give me her number. I bet she is game for anything
I hope my theory books are in my locker, but if not, I guess I can always share with you.
Who said I want to share with you?
You've sucked my dick, I'm pretty sure you don't care if I look at your theory book.
I pulled my tongue muscle last night. your welcome.
You are in charge of making sure that her vagina explodes with joy tonight.
Oh I woke up in my neighbors garage using one of their sleeping bags, as my neighbor was doing laundry in there.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
I think I may have just taught my whole hall how to give a good blow job. So this is college.
Banged my ex-wife last night...so I belong to that club now.
I'm bleeding and intoxicated as I'm walking to my final right now. Wish me luck
I did not shave my legs to sit at home and diddle myself. He better wake the fuck up and put the fear of god in me!
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