Well, for starters you dressed up in all Green and kept singing that song from "A Goofy Movie". Then you made us call you Powerline for the rest of the night...needless to say no, you didn't hook up with her
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
Bob the builder, bob the uilder bob the builder bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbjbbbbbiotch!pp!!!!
I know I should be focused on nurturing their bright little minds but it's 10 a.m. and I need a cock in my mouth
I remember telling you it was cold out because the sun was going to explode and people were going to fight for corn. I feel I've mislead you.
He just asked me if I wanted a ride on the "bologna pony." I never wanna have sex again...
you crashed our wine night double date and sat on the floor eating cheese talking about how big his dick is.
I'm convinced that the Christmas lights in my room contributed to the great sex.
In hindsight, drunkenly yelling "I'M TICKLISH" might not have been an entirely wise decision
I've got your keys and your panties. You can have one back. Your play honeybuns.
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
who knew tequila and Christmas cookies would go so well together
We popped the air mattress last night via sex and we just kept going but it feels like I have a bruise on every vertebrae
Are you drunk texting me again or are you just being your regular stupid self?
His dick is a skeleton key. It fits everywhere.