I just walked into the kitchen and my dad was having this uber serious convo
With himself
playing new game: drink everytime u see someone at the beach with a tramp stamp, double if u guess it before u see it, triple for male tramp stamps
warning: blackouts possible when playing in ocean city or anywhere in new jersey
if only i could text you this smell
Woke up to the sound of my own moans coming from the tv....evidently it was videotaped.
Operation liquormelon is in full effect. We may die tonight.
As an added bonus, you will have a "25 blowjobs a month" voucher, expiring thirty days after the first initial bj.
fun fact: in my eskimo family tree i am the only brunette
I'm sensing a Yuletide blow job in your future and by future I mean tomorrow
WHY AM I CRAWLING IN OLDER MEN HOLY JESUS
How drunk do you guys plan on getting?
We wrote our addresses on our arms for the cab driver, what do you think?
OUR DIABOLICAL SLUT PLAN HATH COMMENCED!
Update: He still has devil magic genitals.
He's making me do the dishes for the next month and half because I shit in the bath tub...
how do do this?
do what? Keep standing? Choose between 2 guys?
keep making boys cry?
Yeah, let's go with that. Fuck that weak moment of complete honesty I just had.
Randomize
