She's hot and she went to Notre Dame. I want to fuck the Catholic right out of her
There's an amish chick decked out in amish clothes on a cell phone staring at me.
We'll make it into fun. If I can make wii bowling into a drinking game, I can make studying spanish into a sex game.
Oh my god! She wrote the word ''hi'' in HAIR on the shower wall. What the fuck?!
It's not my fault. Someone keeps buying me tequila shots. Idk who. But every time I look down there's another. I think there's a conspiracy.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I'm at Home Depot to get supplies to fix the wall we cracked by fucking too hard against the bookshelf.
Remember when we pinky swore we'd never feel hungover alone...
No, trust me. Falling down the stairs is a fucking sobering experience.
Walking into class right now and I swear to god I smoked down the substitute teacher we have at a party I went to last week
I think his dick was bigger than his dog
I think I ejaculated my soul out.
He literally poured blue Gatorade on me after we had sex and said "good game" all over my white sheets
that guy was staring at your tits.
nah, more like they were staring at him, and his girlfriend, and her less than adequate bosom. they pitied the fool.
point taken, oh mistress of the bosoms.
He has the fingertips of a God
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