I don't think he has that. His apartment was pretty much a tv and a bed. Topless girl calendar and a glass of water to put out cigarettes.
she called me a fuckfaceshitdick. not that's creative. it sounds like a crayola crayon, preferrably an orange-brown shade.
Have you been tested recently?
Well I got my shots when I was a baby so I think I'm immune
The cardboard box in my backseat wasn't strong enough to keep your pee contained. Come clean my car.
We legitimately thought something was wrong with you until someone pointed out you were just doing the thriller dance
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
Fair enough. Everyone has some guilty pleasures. Yours is yourself
whatever the appropriate amount of shots is to consider drunken acrobatics a good idea was a few less than I actually had
candyland with pharmaceuticals ... what could go wrong
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
I've had 5 hours of sleep and I still smell like sex with the Colonel. I don't appreciate spontaneity.
When my beach tent arrives , I strongly suggest quitting our jobs and becoming homeless beach drunks
You don't get to call me bro after you've had your dick in me.
What'd I miss?
Erotic hypnosis and studded dog collars.
He said "I can't believe I had sex with a cat lady". Am I flattered or is this a new low?
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