Nope, didn't see her. We left when you told us you were going to make the " big beef burrito supreme" even more supreme and you took your dick out.
I could tell by the way he was holding my hand that he really liked you
fine. I googled it. you have to eat 5 to die so apparently I'm in the clear.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'd rather be "doable" than "the fat chick"
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
I was running around taking people's drinks at the bar and just dumping it into my Gatorade bottle screaming roofies.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
did i send you the picture of me smiling with the magnum wrapper?
Or stump rather since he's possibly large. Large penises don't have tips, just blunt ends of battering rams.
We got really stoned and then we fucked. Then he made me a panini.
Oooh, he sounds pretty classy
Actually, not at all. We were stoned so he made me a peanut butter panini. With a Rollo in the middle of it. And he left the panini press on all night. I could have died.
the guy I've been trying to get with saw my brother's genitals before he saw mine, so that's my life.
just call my name and ill be there, if we are puking, beating up bitches, or pickin up men, OR avoiding wierd men, so many situations require a wingman
Weight watchers just said "you've tracked beer three times recently, want to make it one of your favorites?" I'm begining to understand why I needed to go in the first place.
I love it when strippers help me get other strippers numbers.
We made a blanket fort in my dorm room and fucked in it. Twice. I'm in love.
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