i hate sounding clingy, but i just wanted to verify i wasn't an asshole in your mind
similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
after we finished he farted and said 'i've been holding that one in'
been sitting in chapter for 25 minutes. drinking last night's franzia out of a XXX vitamin water 10 bottle. recruitment chair has no idea. life is good.
i googled waterboarding like you asked. as long as you do it outside. we have carpet. but i wont be a part of it.
I do have sympathy for you. It's just not going to manifest as a blow job.
judging from the lines on my body they wheeled me back in a shopping cart
the girl walking home behind me started yelling and pointing "i want an ass like hers!" i feel vaguely accomplished.
You destroyed the landscape if my vagina FOREVER.
Maybe your new years resolution should be not to fuck in Sears bathroom anymore.
And I'd make him talk dirty to me. In Forrest Gump's voice.
If you loved me you'd bring cheese fries and a condom
Going to the ER, I'll explain later but apparently drunk me isn't allergic to peanut butter.
Remind me to NEVER AGAIN mix beer with tequila with beer with whiskey with vodka with rum with vodka.
That’s talent right there. Maverick and Goose type shit.
Randomize
