My brain says no but my pants say off.
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
she is medically diagnosed as a nympho. she has the paper to prove it. hell. fucking. yeah.
He came in asked for the bathroom and came out 10 minutes later dripping wet took his redbull and left.
Found out that no one else got Christmas bonuses...and you said nothing good could come from sleeping with my boss.
I just wanna go home eat some pizza rolls, get warm and jerk off, and it's only 845. This shit was supposed to make me see unicorns. Not cry
She sent me a pic of shot glasses on fire if that tells you anything
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
We should celebrate the resignation of Berlusconi tonight with too many bottles of wine and sambuca. We're allies, right?
I had phone sex with a retiree last night. This is not how I envisioned my 20s going...
I don't remember much and some girl almost convinced me to jump off the bridge while she held my stuff...
I just want to braid flowers into his hair and steal all of his pills.
Then James put his arms through the window and grabbed him, like he was Robocop. A nerdy, portly Robocop.
Who is this?
And the next thing I knew I was blowing this random hot italian bartender with an uncircumcised penis in his work closet
I'm getting paid to get fucked up. How much better could this get?
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