And then I watched some old guy get arrested for meeting some other old guy for a blow job. It was epic.
She was so bad on top that i found myself watching a TV that wasn't even turned on
you got so mad from losing a game of beerpong that you went into another room by yourself and practiced for an hour and a half.
i feel like im playing gay clue. i have to figure out where i am, who took me home, and what he put in me
sitting in class between the roommates of the two girls i fucked over break. this feels like a bad version of wife swap
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
this will be a night to untag.
I puked all over his apartment, then slept with the skinniest girl here. Which isn't saying much in Ohio.
Swear to god our friendship has its limits. Stop peeing on the fucking refrigerator.
In related news, I couldn't want to blow you more if your dick made harmonica noises.
I can't wait till they start promoting the testiciplasty. Turn those old prunes into fresh tight kiwis!
Paying for my weed with Mike's hard lemonade freezables. The perks of having a gay dealer
I'm hungry, horney and thirsty. Pick two you want to help out with.(please pick horney)
Tent sex on an air mattress requires balance and flexibility. Not for the faint of heart
I'm determining which apartments I'm mostly to move into based on how suitable the kitchens are for sex .
Randomize
