Third unemployed latin in my bed this week. I'm on a roll
I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! I saw hookers! Live in the flesh!
He gave me an orgasm with his left hand...and he's right handed. Of course he's a keeper.
OMG HAIR ON HIS DICK. HAIR ON HIS DICK AS IN GROWING OUT OF HIS DICK. HAIR.
I've been practicing for you. Including stockpiling medical supplies for curing hangovers.
IF HE CAN'T EVEN MAKE EYE CONTACT IN CLASS, I DOUBT THERE WILL BE OTHER FORMS OF CONTACT ON OUR FIRST NOT-A-DATE DATE
He just remixed a spongebob song with 2 chainz..... Clearly I love him
You drink it until you puke in a vent one time and it's ruined forever.
"Clean/organize my room day" turned into "Blast my old Jock Jams cds while getting high as fuck with a strobe light day"
Well I found out I was essentially dumped and replaced by a hipster and apparently offered a girl $95 to go out with me. In the spirit of the Olympics I will not be spending any time on the medal stand.
I'm not even mad. I was just trying to get a boner, you're the one that had to see that
going on a mission to find my pants and the guy who stole my beer don't wait up
Not to play devil's advocate, but, considering how our species has evolved so far... I'm kinda rooting for the sun on the whole heat death thing.
He doesn't like Sabbath and that alone is a GIANT red flag. Learn from my experiences and never, I mean NEVER associate with people that hate Black Sabbath and Motörhead.
Listening to sad Lana Del Rey songs together is an integral part of the lesbian bonding process
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