No, you can still breathe under the balls.
why do guys feel they can ask questions when im blowing them? you'd think they'd know my answer will always be "mmhmhmhmmm"
I had no idea a 5'8 girl could fit entirely on her knees in front of the passenger seat of a Sunfire, but I am very happy to now have that knowledge.
We literaly had to peel your fingers off the jose cuervo bottle and lock it in someones room
i woke up the next morning in a pool of blood in my bathroom and a pinata donkeys head in my bed
so much for an anticlimactic 22nd birthday
I'm worried my skin won't stretch enough to handle this boner. Then what?
If I come back tomorrow to find a certain football player tied up and locked in your closet, shit's gonna get real.
I'll set him free tomorrow morning ;)
The strip club incident sums up our friendship pretty well
The bottle of Wild Turkey is empty and there is a pile of wet cement in the garage. What happened?
I think it's getting serious, we started a jigsaw puzzle together.
My mom and my boss just had a discussion on FB about the sexual habits of old people. The magic of the Internet.
On another note I never thought having a drug addicted stalker would prove useful
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
Yes we can sext. I'm taking my socks off.
Can you dump a guy for having pierced nipples or is that shallow?
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