I know its small, but please -- stop calling it my "weenis".
names aren't important. just tell him all you want is a lil make out sesh and keep it moving.
Ur just texting me random shit. That's what Twitter is for
I'd call her a cunt, but she dooesn't seem to have the depth or warmth.
My dora the explorer band aid does not cover up the shame i feel right now
Manscaping on you would be like trying to clean up the oil spill with a dixie cup.
No one even knew you were hurt until we saw the multiple cuts to prove it, and when we asked what happened all you could say was "I fell out"
there's no excuse to just assume your pants won't be coming off for some reason or another. that's just irresponsible
Having the sex-a-thon in the back yard led to some really odd tan lines.
Like handprints on my lower back...
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
Question: should I be considering heels or is this the kind of night where I should plan on falling on my face regardless of my choice of footwear?
Champagne pong turned into an expensive and painful experience.
My orifices are off limits as long as you have that stache. Your call.
Not only did she fulfill a life long dream of mine of banging in a library, she bought me subway for lunch. I feel like I got the best gold star ever today.
Not sure who they are or where we're going but they just bought me 3 tacos so I'm staying.
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