I may or may not have slept in someones apt on your street because they told me I was fun sized like a mini snickers
can we please move this conversation out of my vagina?
you don't know how close you are to someone till they ask you to shave their ass.
i've noticed that whenever i have to ask myself "would i be doing this if i was sober?" the answer is probably no.
I asked you if you were ok and you said "dude I'm fine, I'm in the recovery position"
in hindsight, the duct tape banana hammock was a bad idea.
even the AIR tastes like tequila.
i don't know. but im upstairs in the closet with a burger i found in their fridge
It was an 11am booty call. We were both out of our element.
My liver is crying. And I feel like I got fingered by Edward Scissorhands. While he was wearing brass knuckles
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
We have started to decorate penises.
Strange request but for my birthday you should get me one of those vibrators that you can plug into your iPod that go along with the music.
He's gonna turn my vagina into the Sahara desert
I can't go to Fassler and not immediately think about you licking a guys wife's butthole in the family restroom
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