Bel-fucking-mar, this place has more popped collars than a Hollister catalog
Are you trying to threaten my boobs?
If it was for sex do you really think i would asking for a mass vote? I'm like fidel castro when it comes to sex. No public approval needed.
she was seriously choking and the whole time all he kept saying was "that's what she said"
Its like I was sleeping with a kid. His gum fell into my hair while sleeping and he just wanted to cuddle.
We lived together for a year and neither of us knew we were both gay.
I mean... It's a win/win situation. I mentor the kid for an hour and then I get to fuck his mom. I know deep down I'm helping them both
We were thinking he might be gay. Like how the fuck do you not even make out with a girl that made you a grilled cheese
They figured our he was high when he told the manager he wanted a break to go wrap his dick in toliet paper and pretend it was a ghost.
She needs more friends. Or a second therapist.
I almost took a picture but it looked like he might have a shank and I'm just not at a place in my life where I could handle having tetanus
You know darned well I have a well-documented weakness for redheads, Subway and hand-drawn graphic novels.
My neck is sore from all the headbanging. And I can't tell the difference between the jello stains and cum stains.
My New Year's resolution consists of less weekday hangovers, more sex, and more money.
My boob job is like a master key that gets me in any door, any party and anyone’s pants! They’re magical!
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