I wasn't pimping you out... I was helping you network!
if by "adventure" you actually mean "getting ridiculously high and shaving our legs," then yes.
There were four people in the car. The girls sure know how to blow. I think we almost crashed when the driver climaxed.
Drunk yoga at 11 am turned into me sitting on the couch making fun of the girl in the instructional video. By the way, what the fuck is a third eye?
Guess who figured out you can fit an entire bottle of champagne in a big Subway cup. Open container laws my ass.
Our first crop came in on the day that they added Hercules to Netflix Instant, I think it's the universe telling us that it approves of us growing shrooms in our guest room.
Our group of friends now have more broken bones than reasonable excuses for why they're broken.
Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once..
As much as I trust your struggle imma deal with being Eskimo brothers with my own sister before I get to that
You casually put your finger in my ass and other people are weird..
We're meant to be. Apparently God wants me to get dicked down pretty good too so I'm not complaining about destiny
He referred to our sex as "an Olympic event." My tits are bruised.
After she got off the phone with her mom she sprinted down the block screaming "I'M SO GOOD AT BEING A HUMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
It was probably the night you were half naked and trying to blow everybody, guy or girl.
this is me we're talking about here. You're going to have to be more specific than that.
You're swimming in an imaginary pool of pudding. What do you think?
Randomize
