I thnk I just saw a monkey walking a drunk guy.
I would fuck her until my dick fell off. then i would fuck her with your dick.
I'm not high anymore, I decide when it's done.
she's sitting on the other side of the room at this party. with her smirnoff tucked in that little opening between her cleavage and shirt. drinking from a straw. snapping her fingers off beat.
it's love
I was more traumatized by the table collapsing while i was going down on you.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
don't ever tell me how terrible your next walk of shame is until you run into your little brother on his way to class.
To my wonderful winter break booty calls: thank you for making this holiday season enjoyable. I look forward to seeing you boys again this summer.
It was like inception, a dream, in a dream, in the back of a dodge charger.
oh you know, the usual stuff. getting kicked out of bars and sleeping in cars.
I'm the one on the patio wearing underwear. Holding a pipe. Pigtail and glasses. Can't miss me.
I just had a mental image of us riding a tractor through hell with one of those big guns mounted on top of it shooting at everyone while the indiana jones music plays.
The ecstacy made me so dehydrated I started licking condensation off car windows
Santa tracker drinking game, you in or what?
Thanks for supporting me through Robs retirement. I'm still in shock, but your dick helped.
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