I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
So do you want to come over? ;)
Never again opening up the Pandora's box of crazy that is your vagina. Sorry.
im pretty sure all they do is fuck. and talk in baby talk. its two babys fucking basically.
this is something i pride myself on being below average for
I don't really know I'm just giving her a key to get back in and the "don't get pregnant speech" and leaving it at that.
But Monday we'll be living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Also, I'm going to a champagne tasting.
so how does soaking flintstones gummy vitamins in vodka not make perfect sense
Yeah...don't think he was sober. He kept screaming "I fucking love this game!". It was his Chase app.
I had to physically pry the rocks out of your hands so you wouldn't throw them at the guy with the cowboy hat. You probably would've missed anyways.
Can someone please explain where the fish in the mason jar came from when we were at a bar all night?
You told the bartender if he gave you one of the fish you'd go away
Of course I fucked him. He's a professional beat boxer, his entire job is to do complicated shit with his tongue.
I'd have to have a ring. Like I don't want to be called "the ex girlfriend that shit on me"
summer in europe = liver of steel
I accept that challenge.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
My hairdresser won’t do keratin treatments because of the toxins, but will put ecstasy up her butt at festivals...
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