Dub. In the bra. Dub in the bra.
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
if i remember New Year's Eve then there is something seriously wrong.
Even when three police cars surrounded us you kept telling us not to worry because 'only good things can happen'.
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
It's 4th of July all over again, we were chasing with the pool water.
she just blew up the empty bag of wine and used it as a floatation device.
You are right. The scrape marks on her ass are from her breaking the doggy door by crawling through it.
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
Please tell me that chemistry equipment is for chemistry and not for producing felonies.
my vagina is starting to think like a penis, and I'm not even slightly worried
yea sometimes its awkward. but when you're a straight bartender at a gay bar and everyone knows it, they all think that they can make me turn gay. its like oh yea dude that extra $20 tip makes me want to suck some dick now
still drunk on my way to class to give my presentation on the negative affects of alcohol on the body. hell yes.
He just told me my boobs made up for all the bad things that had ever happened to him. I'm definately having sex with him again.
I feel like I got hit by a car. But a small car, like a Beetle or a Mini or something.
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