you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing 'follow the yellowbrick road'. i'm pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted
She was narrarating everything she did.. like while making toast.
i was calling myself "cat the lion" and tried eating the computer mouse because i thought it was "my prey"
Well, of course, to the untrained eye I look like a slut.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
She was giving me a handjob while I was wearing a sombrero with a beer in one hand and a hammer in the other.
The ratio of how much he pisses me off to how much sex i get just isnt working out for me
apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
He thought my hair would soak it up. I HAD TO CUT IT OFF.
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.
I remember caressing his hands asking him if he moisturized, then i proceeded to put his hands on my face
Just put me in your contacts as coyote
I'm like 89% sure I could get him to buy me a car in exchange for a half-assed handy.
I'm trying to secure Christmas dick. Idgaf if he has strep or not.
No, I told him I was busy again this weekend. Eventually he’ll learn. Plus, absence makes the cock grow harder
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