he was fingering me to the beat of a lady gaga song. new high? new low? i don know, but i came, so whatever.
well that explains the french fry and ketchup packet rolled into the wasitband of my sweats. thank you drunk me.
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
I just told him that with every paper, I'd take a picture of myself with one less piece of clothing. Who say's I can't be a tutor?
And for some reason I just want to have sex with EVERYTHING
Can you work for me at 4? We might have just taken some drugs we found in the couch and... end of story
Apparently getting a blow job in the mens room from the bar owners daughter will get you kicked out.
Yes... I'll kill two birds with one crazy ecstacy filled night.
He managed to crash an entire train of shopping carts into a wall. I think he noticed my implants.
As Scar once said. Be prepared! For the shit show of what's coming tonight
Is it a bad thing that I've made out with everybody I work with?
Well that's what you get for messing around with her vagina. I told you it was a fickle and insatiable creature.
I mean when you laced a shot with $200 worth of cocaine I could see why you'd be mad when somebody drops it
I'm telling you, I 'm beginning to think that my vagina is magical.
Who is this? I have a text from you last night telling me your name and to train hard for Tuesday, please make this make sense
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