O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
so id say it was a successful trip...i only got hit on by one cousin...
What I thought it would be sexy pouring melted chocolate down here chest, ended up in second degree burns. Hot food and sex do not mix.
You tried to tell her that the salad was an afrodisiac then proceeded to stroke yourself with the feather duster
i'm duct taped to my bed with a condom in my hand. something went wrong
well, obviously he didn't fuck me for my strong moral fiber.
She tied her key to her bra the night before and couldn't get it off while trying to open the door this morning so she just took her bra off and let it tangle from the key while unlocking the door...the old Indian couple next door were shocked.
You are one of my favorite baseball you have fun today
You were spooning an empty magnum of white wine in the middle of the bed so I slept on the couch
Well at least there's no more confusion about your place in my life. Wine > pizza > your dick > the rest of you.
Love you...
Best sex of my life. But I think it's because I like his apartment. Really nice bed sheets. High vaulted ceilings. I wanted to lay there forever.
You're getting old. Was it located in a nice school district for your future offspring?
because of daylight savings time I lost an hour of sex with an incredibly hot guy last night. thanks a lot farmers.
He keeps singing a song about someone called the dayman.
....fighter of the Nightman?
Dick is the cure to depression. I'm almost positive. And cough syrup.
I literally ended up in this basement and was tangoing w my friend and then I peed in a supply closet and had to be put to bed
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