sorry if i was weird last night, had weird deja vu that we had done that before, i mean with the peanut butter.
we had.
well that explains the rash. i dont think i should see you again.
I think I could pass a breathalyzer. But with like a C.
her bridesmaids come in huge, huger, wtf, and free willy. all their gown are strapless. its like watching the Hindenburg waddle down the isle.
I found out during it when he said "my girlfriend never does this" so he's all to blame, I had no idea until half way through.
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
asked the cab driver where he learned Swahili last night.
I have a very hazy flashback of me making out with a guy in a seashell bra??! Can you confirm or deny
Thats not what we're looking for. I want this kid to suck a lolly pop out of a stripper's snatch.
He shoved his balls through an egg carton and showed us a picture. They were surprisingly egg-like.
You kept trying to use my cat as a napkin.
Moral of the story: I had sex to Back to the Future last night.
Well if YOU HAVE TO KNOW, we're laying across the street from the bar on that grassy hill trying to see who's she's with at the bar.
You just kept yelling "you ain't got no pancake mix." to the tv screen
My apartment stinks of burning failure
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