It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
I think I left my camera at your house. It would be in both of our best interests if you don't go through the pics.
He fucked a visibly pregnant girl. It doesn't get weirder than that.
Apparently I was trying to convince him Springsteen has had buttsex. I ended the argument with "I bet he came from it too."
there was a trail of blood coming out of one of the bathroom stalls. thought of you
Even her dad came up for the body shots. Wasn't sure what to do so I just laid there and let it happen...
I want to buy her liposuction. And a spot on What Not To Wear. And a face transplant.
You put your name in his phone but not your number then screamed "Open the door!" and jumped out of the car
Ive been thinking this might sound random.. But we need a piano in our house next year specifically for railing chicks on it.
Also I just learned you, Samantha, and I three-way made out at my Halloween party. News to me.
all I'm saying is if you're gonna fuck a fat chick do it in a pool it's like zero gravity or something
how did you graduate high school
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
Way to go. Now you have no beer and I have a cold tit.
I want to bone him until his eyes fall out
Does your drug dealer have a printer I can use??
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