I don't know where I am, but I'm drinkin & I like these people
my mother and i just seriously had a convorsation about why you cant Google "Refurbished Dildos"
The project manager just came into talk to me for the first time and I had justed googled best drum solo ever and couldn't X out of the screen.
I just tried to light a cigarette with a tube of lipstick. If I had stayed in girl scouts maybe I could've made that happen.
You left a trail of sequins from your dress incase we got lost
she cried into her fur with two handfuls of money- she was the physical manifestation of white girl problems
Maybe if more guys knew my pillowtalk occasionally includes me scribbling notebook diagrams of cell signalling pathways, I'd get laid more often
And I also succeeded in getting kicked out of a bar when I was drinking straight from the vodka bottle at our table.
I didn't know whether to laugh at the fact that a dog bit his balls or throw up cause my dad was telling me a story involving his balls.
I mean it's a good blow job, but it's not worth the four hour round trip.
It looks like you got dick slapped by the sandman..
Where are you? Where am I? Why am I so red?
..and by hang out i don't mean fucking then going back home i mean let's get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.
mother daughter bonding time. she's helping me make jello shots.
I need dick so bad, I’m dressing sexy for the school pick up line and sports practices to entice a few of the DILFs
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