chicago's viagra triangle is not unlike the bermuda triangle in thatt things just get lost...... planes, ships, dignity, virginity, etc.
I swear my cock just shook it's head disapprovingly at me.
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name
you know you've made it when it's your own pool table you're waking up on
aparently i pased my english final. I don't even remember taking it.
I always give him head in random places, it's a guessing game for his cock.
They showed a guy on tv in a Brady jersey and a sweatpants boner when the NE offense took the field. They didn't show his face. I hope that wasn't you.
Peeing off the roof of a motel lighting a cigar with matches and speaking fluent spanish with a chilen exchange student...how do iget into these situations?
I'm offering you baseball tickets and my vagina, isn't that enough?
It's whatever. Titanic is about to be on and we have wine, which is basically crying juice. Leo, Kate, and I will be having a lovely, pants free evening.
No one needs to know about the barren wasteland that is my vag. Sometimes i visualize my cervix rocking back and forth wondering where everybody went.
I just pictured that. It's reading a book.
We had sex with a sexual harassment video playing in the background before his gf got there. I've hit a new low
Btw, you owe me. One (1) orgasm.
I TAUGHT HER CAT TO SIT. CATS DON'T FUCKING SIT ON COMMAND. BUT THIS ONE DID!
It's basically my crowning achievement.
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