They keep asking what you are doing. I told them to quit calling her "what."
We stole some shitttt from king sooper's. fuck yeaaa
what did you steal
frozen pizza, cat litter, and preperation H. not much different than my usual grocery list.
I hope you had to get up out of bed and walk across your room to check this text message
YOURE GIVING A BLOW JOB TO THE BOY WHO SAYS "OH SNAP"
She tried to cook Velveeta IN the oven on clean mode.
I will also be strapping forties to the puppies.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
He gave me an orgasm before we even reached 2nd base, everything he did in high school is irrelevant.
And I don't know what it is about weed making me want every episode of the real housewives of everywhere
I'm glad you have such faith in my ability to find the worst situations with my vagina.
I told him I'd clean his cock if he ever sent my GF another text message. It was a horrific time for me to miss the l key on my iPhone.
I sliced my fucking arm open last night after margarita madness and had to drive myself to the ER. Got six stitches and a social worker came in and asked if I was abused due to my sex bruises. I literally had to tell her "don't worry, I like it rough"
Not only did I get the promotion, but last night after sex he took me outside and let me hold it for him while he peed in the snow. I made a heart. This week is going amazing
I just found out how I got home last night. The bartenders found me sitting in the brush peeing and called me a cab. Have you seen my underwear?
I guess it's too forward to greet him with a blow job?
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