i have nine cents in my fucking bank account... not even a dime
i'm at sigma nu and gary is here. what do it do?
Stay away from his face.
so i go for his dick?
i gave him the "yep, i was your girfriend's collegiate lesbian sex story" head nod
just found a shoebox labled "emergency smoking box"... it has a lightbulb, 2 potatoes, a dried up flower, and a button that says "stop drop and roll". what did we do last night?!
He told me he wouldn't do any drunk sluts but me. I guess that's sort of a compliment...?
His dick looked like E.T.'s finger. It scared me.
Seriously. He was just sitting there naked in the dark with a boner pissed that I came home late.
Man, jail baloney is awful.
We didn't talk. I watched you drop an egg on the floor. And watched you praise your haunted broom.
I think the solution to your phobia is an open relationship with your dildo. about the same responsibility as a pet rock
All I could think about while he was going down on me was that his moustache reminded me that I want to try something new with my pubic hair.
Whoever put salsa in the kiddie pool.....your an ass. Fuck you.
This is classic penis vs brain.
So I just got drugs from a house with a giant cross on it. Thank you, Jesus.
I will consider it. I need to determine if ogling him is worth almost certain death via zipline.
Randomize
