Richard, I just read on your Twitter account that you have enjoyed a, "Much needed post birthday smoothie..."...A bit revealing, no?
worst hand job ever. my dick is about as raw as that sushi your mom wanted me to try.
we should wear snuggies to the strip club
your facebook page is a work of drunk art.
I've been meaning to ask you. The first night in the city did we do key bumps with a suicidal homeless man? My memory is fuzzy
My Grampa even called her out for being a cock block at the bar...it was that serious
Weird we were more concerned with sharing our germs than tag teaming the blow job?
Is it mean that I just sent him a pic of my tits with the header, "say bye bye?"
I stumbled in at 6am to find my cat in the window making a noise I've never heard her make. When I went to the window there was a goat outside staring at us.
Are you sure? Or did you just think there was a goat?
No there was a goat. I gave it a donut.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
I think your dick broke my retainer, I normally wouldnt care but my orthodontist died and I don't want my first appt to be blow job broken retainer with a new ortho.
Watching the wiggles while tripping on acid is the scariest fucking thing of all time
My mom sucked on that joint like a nipple and she was a fucking newborn
You would think a husband, a boyfriend, and a vibrator would be enough. But sadly it's not
sometimes u just gotta ride a dildo and forget about life
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