I stood up and a chip flew out of my shirt and landed in the chip dish. I just walked away.
Nothing says fuck you quite like putting your used condom in someones mailbox for them to find in the morning.
Lots of explosions. Minor nudity. Full penetration and lots of tuxedos.
Then he said something about how from that angle I looked just like his mom.
Complete silence. Background Willy Wonka music. An empty back of Lay's BBQ chips. These are the ingredients for an extreme acid trip.
the boys love us. they call us "the stoner girl suite down the hall". not very inspired, but flattering nonetheless
Please send me a thumbs up pic afterwards. No homo. After you've redressed and are heading for the walk of shame out of course
I need you to know that everytime my toddler does the downward facing dog in the nude I think about the night you and your dude fell in love.
In my dream, you became a famous tap-dancer. Congratulations.
Please, by all means, tell me what can't be helped by two stiff drinks & a blowjob?
i just realized... if i ever hook up with someone on my bed, we'll be fucking atop my animated batman themed bedset.
I mean, we were all drinking, but I'm pretty sure kidnapping came up.
You could at least care enough to fake an orgasm for me.
Lol, maybe a little bit. I don't know. I don't keep a super keen memory log of dicks honestly.
our moms work together...I can just see the conversation now, hey your daughter ruined my sons marriage, that's probably how it will start.
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