Just look for the house with the beer knights.
I can'nr wwn explain this nihght . So amnt dixks. Shitttttt.
Also I may have a condom stuck inside me, but I won`t know til I check the couch coushions.
I mean it's my life so what if i want to drink Molson from my sparkly shoes and not regret anything
Best oral ever, hands down so to speak. but I'm starting to want to meet that lesbian truck driver he says he's better than. Just for comparison purposes of course.
Guess who used an inflatable mattress to boat across a retention pond with brooms for oars and a radio and beer.
I just want a teacup pet pig so I can take him to parties with me and never have to walk home alone again.
The entire state will know me by my boobs.
But I got head on a boat yesterday which was sweet until a bald eagle flew over. Then it became life affirming.
An orgasm and grocery shopping is the appropriate start to every Monday.
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
You were staring right at you dick at the urinals, then looked at all the other guys dicks and fist pumped saying "I win!"
It all started with a game of naked twister.
Well, I turned down sex again. This is guy #5 in the past 2 weeks. My vagina is going to seek emancipation.
Sitting naked, eating lucky charms with rain boots on
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