Let's just say he looked at my vagina like it was a rubics cube.
he offered to walk down from the bar this morning to my house and bring me a guinness...
how romantic. its the irish mans version of flowers
it tasted disgusting. but i pretty much drank it in the name of science, and free alcohol
Okay well someone asked "IS HE HOMELESS?" about me so I need to try and find somebody.
No, i went to get it done but the guy couldnt find it. exhibit A of why i wanted a clit piercing in the first place.
I don't know what's happening. Everyone is wearing beaks.
I make your heart skip a beat like that pivotal moment when you open a public toilet lid
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
By the way. I expect to test the theory of you running a mile drunk for memorial day.
we're a generation of lazy underachieving stoners and uncreative overachieving automatons. you're golden
All I'm sayin is that I don't want to raise anything. Or deal with anything. Or having anything come out of my vagina. I mean, I don't think that's asking too much.
When I go to hand him the blunt and he's eating a cookie and responds with "let me hit this cookie"
I watched a compilation video today of a guy banging his sex doll to edm music. I just had to tell someone.
She drank my rum. I had sex in her bed and didn't wash the sheets. We're even.
My vagina knows your penis is sad about Andrew Luck. You should come over and let her comfort him in his time of need
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