we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
she then came into the room and yelled I'M GOING TO BE A COCK BLOCK for 5 minutes
My mom just said we needed to put weed into our earthquake kit.
He taught me how to drive a stick by using his dick. He even made the whurrrr noise so I knew when to change gears.
So last week was the 4th time a girl cried after sex. I'm seriously doing something wrong
I'm now at that point where it just feels natural to do a few shots of whisky with breakfast and then head to work
He is now the second fuck buddy that i have met by walking up and grinding on him. My ass is so much more productive than dating
I felt like in order for him to make it to mordor and destroy the ring, he'd have to make sweet sweet love to me in some form of hut or cave.
Who needs sounds of the ocean? I just fall asleep to whatever chubby he is banging next door.
No piss test, hell yeah
FALSE ALARM. PISS TEST. I NEED YOUR PISS.
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
You'll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
I got pull-out-my-nuvaring-drunk last night.
I walked into your room and you were wearing party beads, a foam finger, and reading the dictionary. Good night?
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