it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
don't worry. When rigor sets in, we'll make sure to get you laid one last time.
There was jim beam in your oven. I just preheated it.
i got last night's adventure to take the garbage out when he was leaving. my vagina is THAT good.
What happened?....
He lifted up the blanket, and whispered "Don't do it" to his sperm....
Where else am I to apply my creativity?
I don't know. Anywhere productive and not involving sex toys would be a start.
he doesnt exactly give off the "im mature enough to use my penis" vibe
you convinced the bartender to un-cut you off by letting him touch your boobs whenever you ordered a drink.
going to a night class in lingerie so i can quickly go to his house after.
I did, I'm just saying. Once the drinking starts my nipples are no longer my control.
My mouth taste like pussy and my dad noticed. Hahahaha
I'm gonna eat more dunkaroos to cope with what's in my vagina.
I also need to get my life together but instead I just eat spoonfuls of Nutella. We can't win 'em all
I just realized I'm having shark week, during shark week.
I'm sorry for peeing on you last night. Will cookies make up for it?
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