the crazy preacher outside Willard just began a monologue that began with "when i look at a vagina." We should stop by there more often
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
seeing two hook-ups in tagged in the same picture will send chills down anyone's spine.
I was just sitting on the ground alone in fetal position shivering and chewing on my hand when she found me. ecstasy was not my best idea.
The bet was for naked jumping jacks. And it back fired, she just laughed at all the slapping noise.
I can't blame him for thinking that then, placing a cone shaped potato chip on the tip of his penis post bj is not a normal act of love
Hey my dad gave me life the least I can do is take him chicken strips and a pack of marlboros.
I feel like satan and death had a baby that took a shit that replaced my brain.
Mom and I are both drunk and walking around the Strip. It's like the hangover but with a lot more bathroom breaks.
He went snooping and now he's all intimidated by my super amazing box of sexy time toys.
Please stop calling it that.
You shouldn't have to. I think you should bust into work like "pay homage to my magical vagina!"
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
Hiding in a kitchen with no pants orange juice abs a pillow...please joun
I haye tequella
Would it defeat the purpose of a run if I ran to McDonalds?
Of course you try to burn the house down on the one night we take down the smoke alarm so we can use the fog machine more
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