If it wasnt for meatballs I would have fucking killed myself already.
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
The university put out a message about those missing salt and pepper shakers... You should at least give back 60 of them.
we lost you for like an hour and then found you at some dive bar trying to teach dance lessons
And by the way, how is me getting head even remotely comparable to you fucking 3 guys?
I think you would be disgusted with me if you knew how many times I had imaginary sex with you today
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
DICK PUNCH EXTRAVAGANZAAAAAA!!!!!
On Wednesday I'm putting wine in a water bottle and crashing Margaret thatchers funeral
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
I nicknamed her "Jackhammer" for the way she gave me a handjob. My balls were in constant pain
I would professionally fuck the shit out of her
My boss stocked the communal fridge with Gatorade. It's like he wants me to come in hungover.
He said it only counts if it ends up on the internet
How hot? Like... how many hemsworths?
Randomize
