honestly if we didnt hate the same people we would have a friendship based on nothing
i'm smoking hookah in a kayak. how did this happen.
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
She had one drink in her cleavage and another in her hand. She kept rotating between the two by leaning backward and then sipping the one in her hand.
My only expectation is honesty. And three orgasms every time.
I've never danced to a Michael Jackson song in a bar and left alone bro. Something in girls loves a guy who dances to mj
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
Im not coming back to that place until im drunk. If I walk in there sober Ill start screaming uncontrollably. Not words, just sounds.
Look. I've got things to do today.. Will you hurry up and come over so I can give you some head and get my day started already
If you're still up for that roadtrip, I managed to end up in Louisiana and could use a ride home.
Yeah we do. It needs to be like a good penis- long, substancial, and able to make people cry.
I'm sure you're still partially crippled from thar blow job on Saturday, so I understand it's probably difficult to text.
Spent the majority of my senior year drunk. Graduate of 2011, I think 2011. Probably.
You should really look at your snapstory. It has us screaming " MANSION DICK! SUCK IT! FUCK IT!" By the way im currently in a mansion and need you to pick me up
*tries to be fun and flirty* *literally gets peed on*