My right nipple has been called many things but never a ghost pig
we dont know what were doing after yet. first up we have 90 beers and a party kit and fun hats.
I think thats the most anyones ever pregamed for rollerskating
His hands were made for my vagina.
May have caused an international incident. More details after we taxi in.
Just before going down on me she said, "I need a hairband for all of the jobs I'm about to perform."
he walkred up to the manager at dennys and said 'look, my friends passed out in your bathroom, can i go get her?'
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
It's nights like those I refer to my life motto: You can't be just friends with someone after you've seen their genitals.
Pretending to be completely fried so the odd girl next to me doesnt suspect im simply staring at her.
AND ONCE AGAIN, MY VAGINA HAS STRUCK AGAIN. HER PLANS TO TAKE OVER MARYLAND ARE WELL ON THEIR WAY AS SHE CONTINUES TO ENGULF EVERY QUEER IN A 10 MILE RADIUS
Yes. I masterbate to Harry Potter. It's what our generation does.
I just left and he walked me out and went call me if you're ever... Eh... Whatever. And walked away.
I am rewearing my dress from last night. I only wore it for like two hours before fucking. And I took it off first so no cock contact. This is my new standard of cleanliness.
will you help me invent vagina-safe pop rocks?
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