I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
The new Black Eyed Peas song is the stupidest shit I've heard since the last Black Eyed Peas song.
I think he was having a seizure but nobody knew because 'what is love' was playing
any advancement on the stomach flu vs. pregnancy scare of '10?
It was beyond pathetic. You yelled her name at every blonde chick we saw hoping it would be her. Then you puked your corn dog
Seriously, I was a high class hooker. I was snorting shit Rachel, white powder, lines formed with credit cards, the dudes house was beautiful. Magnum condom. Adorable puppy dog. Pretty sure at some point I was sleeping on a washing machine. Boxing Gloves.
Those were the highlights of my night.
You want to complain about your sex life to me? Right now mine consists of trying to masturbate lightly enough not to wake her up with bed shakes. Go. Fuck. Yourself.
Don't get me wrong, the sex itself is amazing, but I don't think I will EVER get used to her habit of singing lines Jesus christ super star when she is about to cum.
I went to her house she had a kid pool in her living room watching the vacation channel drinking rum out of the bottle saying" life is what you make it. Mines a vacation!!!"
On another note I am sitting in my bed naked, buzzed, and working on a notecard for my 8:00am test tomorrow. I think I need to make better choices.
YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST VISITOR TO CHRISTMASLAND
if i hadn't ended our catfight by hugging you one of us might be dead right now
but like who hasn’t gotten fingered at the state fair?
Lucky bitch I'm at work covered in Jeff pee. And my hair smells like beer because I was trying to prove a point about PBR serving multiple purposes.
I'm still thinking about that amazing orgasm last night. I literally heard angels singing "Hallelujah!!"
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