I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
Hey had an urgent voicemail from the Illinois national guard....have you been using my identity for your blackout weekend?
Yes and yes
FULL ON LADY WOOD. YOU CAN SEE THE VEIN
I have a diplomatic trade for you. My pants for your rum. Tomorrow?
you were afraid hed set himself on fire so you dumped a box of baking soda on him
is anything happening tonight?? I'm soooo in need of a tasteful and healthy bender.
But I did spend part of my morning scrubbing your cum off my grandmothers piano.
I touched the butt once. 'Twas an experience with the greatness of legend. So I touched it once more.
I'm to the point of desperation where I stare at customers penis imprints through their pants all day
It looks like you got dick slapped by the sandman..
6 showers laters and I still feel like I have his vomit in my vagina. At least I could help him figure out he's gay.
We broke up. My life is now 7 inches less.
I walked in describing her boobs thinking I was talking to you only to hear dad say 'I remember when your moms were like that'. ALWAYS tell me when they get home early. Always
What the hell kind of sad excuse for a bottom are you
No no. Thank you. Killed multiple birds with one penis.
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