I have nothing to say, just wanted ur phone to vibrate
we made out on top of his cat.
you mean i was at the winter classic?
Can you still call it a wet dream if sandwiches were involved?
Well at one point you put icyhot on your feet because you lost your shoes and it was snowing outside.
Im so ripped right now that i just filled the almost empty bottle of choc syrup with milk and drank it straight out of the bottle. It was on pointttttt.
well after this past weeked you can expect to see me on maury playing a little game called "who's the father"
I've come to accept that no matter where I step in our apartment, your underwear will be there.
It starts with an S and ends with arah just gave me a bj.
Theres dried jager, barbecue sauce and frie remnants all over my front seat.
That's your penis' name. I've always referred to it as Alejandro secretly.
Apparently campus cops frown on lighting a joint off of the eternal flame on Jerry Falwell's grave...
If he can forgive your lousy blowjobs, you can ignore his terrible driving.
I just had really awesome sex bent over the side of an air hockey table. That is all. Happy thanksgiving.
After we finish having sex, he smokes an honest to God pipe. It's like fucking a big, sexy Sherlock Holmes...
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