i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
bang him and never speak to him again. also, queef in his face.
i dont this its possible to queef on command.
they're scary. like turkeys that ate nuclear fucking steroids.
I feel like i'm in "To Catch a Predator - The Musical"
I'm cheering for the colts this year. I basically have to since my fake says i'm from indianapolis
Just an FYI: The offer for you to come snow blow my driveway in return for sexual favors is still on the table
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
He broke up with his gf yesterday so he could give me our annual Christmas sex at midnight.
Marry him. Now.
Is it mean to convince my old booty call she used me for sex so I can bang her again before I leave for Denver?
How do I go about messaging a girl on a dating site whose little sister I've had a three some with...?
I decided I was tough enough to wax my bikini area myself. Long story short, I'll be drunk when you get home
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
My sunday was babysitting three big, drunk, crying Swedes. Unless your day involved four or more giant drunk swedes I don't want to hear about it.
Dude. You dropped to your knees and face planted into the rocks. And continued to talk on the phone and laugh. That's where those cuts came from.
I had a sex with someone last night and I was so drunk. i told him to tell me his whole name so I can say it back to him in a "sexy" way.... Because I forgot it
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