It must be a full moon weekend. All of my weird booty calls are coming out of the woodwork. I spent 40 minutes on the phone last night telling one why he is so creepy.
Please explain to me what this has to do with my fantasy to fuck larry king?
suntimes in life you find a rare opportunity, mine was bonin my gf in front of the tv
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
i have to go- we're throwing the dummy from the balcony again
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
Don't patronize me, I thought of that on peyote, so it was basically like a message from God.
Tim and I found you a 5ish and asked how you were doing with the breakup. All you said was "i can't words"
I have more sex toys than shoes - HOW AM I SINGLE?!?!?
I'm going to start charging you rent if you keep leaving your random conquests on my living room couch the morning after
I haven't reeked of cheap beer and poor decisions in months. I officially hate adult life.
I wish more of my problems were easily solvable by taking a good long shit.
I kid you not. He let me in into his house, showed me the putt putt in his backyard. Offered to play me.
everytime he speaks i want to fuck him less. i just wanna tell him to shut up and take his pants off and we could both be happy.
If you wear a peguin suit you MUST send me a picture!!!
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