I see my mary-anne walkin' awa-y-y! Bow Nahw now new, ne ne ne ne ne, ne ne nehw, ne ne new new Nah dan ah bwawn-now, ba bwan'll buh dada bwiddly doo.
That was supposed to be me air guitaring the solo from More than A Feeling
never let anyone you met on skype borrow your car. lesson learned.
I wonder sometimes what your vagina thinks about you.
A relator touring our house this week saw the picture in our bathroom of steven passed out, yellow faced, with BALLS on his forehead, and had to ask "if that kid was alive or dead".
After we hooked up, he left the room and no one has seen him since last night. That kid redefined hit it and quit it.
i have no feeling in my penis or fingers but i think it was worth it
I won't drink with you again until you promise to not feed me anymore paper bags
After some trial and error I found soaking my balls in maple syurip helps ease the pain.
I told her my hands were paint brushes and her vagina was my canvas
hotboxing with the ex-bf's two most recent hookups. they just realized they're eskimo sisters with his best friend. this is what happens when I come home for Christmas.
As if I wouldn't steal Nintendo brand "Mario is my HOMEBOY!" boxers when he gave me the entire drawer to choose from.
Your life has no conflict it's just a blur of sex and Netflix
I specifically remember rubbing my eyes thinking I could definitely go blind and I really like came to terms with it I was like ok my other senses will develop this is fine
dude if looks could fuck you two would've been naked in front of everybody
It started off with wine and ended up with me in only my pearls and heels. It was about the classiest sexual experience I've ever had.
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