Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
She kept saying I was her favorite Jonas brother, and for some reason, I was ok with that.
Just because he's a soilder doesn't mean his dick is a hero.
His mom walked into the kitchen smiling, made a scotch on the rocks, hit my bong, and told us goodnight enthusiastically. He's suddenly more appealing to me.
There are pictures of you on the shoulders of some old guy dressed as borat
I have never smelled more like a drunk mariachi band than I do right now.
Tomorrow's thirsty thursday is now sponsored by the three time champion, chemisty failure. celebration starts asap.
My way of showing team usa support, bronze: handy silver: bj gold: home run. God, I'm patriotic
Omg no. We ate a raw pumpkin last nighr. We dipped it in BBQ sauce.
You pulled out a fucking recorder and started playing along with all the songs on your playlist and refused to hit the j
Update: That guy is no longer in the restroom, so he's probably not dead.
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
holy fucking shit get me out of here. even the babies are wearing beanies
If you're going to do that you're going to need a pleather suit.
I still think he’s a fuckboy but he’s nice to me when I’m over.\nLike sets alarms for me in the morning and always makes sure I cum.
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