"Morning after" poops are always like, interesting.
Think about all of the events that have led to this: me sitting in the back of my classroom drinking beer out of a taco bell cup, telling the teacher I have to leave early to go to an AA meeting.
even in my darkest moments, having another person eat my jizz would make me smile
I hate when people I sell to add me on Facebook. I'm your dealer, not your friend, C'mon people.
judging by my wet hair I would guess I showered at the bartenders apt last night?
I called my dad at 3 a.m. because I thought he'd be proud that I didnt get arrested. Daddys little girl at her finest...
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
Finally washing the shoe scuff marks off my front windshield :( bye bye memories
Apparently when your theatre teacher asks who the best actor of our time is, Nicolas Cage is not the right answer.
Also I played a weird game of chicken in the ladies room at work between myself the person pooping 2 stalls over and a very determined maintenance man.
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
He's perfect in every other way. Is buying him a cockring too forward or just honest?
I look excited, but its just a facade.
Still can’t get over the fact that we ate beef jerky off a strip club floor
Are we allowed to ho on the roof?
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