oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
I tried to put the left over margartia in a box for you but they wouldn't let me
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
It's a system.. i get to hook up with them and you get to play words with friends with them afterwards.
turns out that the cat the james was trying to catch was a raccoon. call me when you get this, i need an ER buddy
Anything you tell me within three minutes of an orgasm isn't even being recorded in my head.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
Psh a bachelors degree is the new adulthood. We're all just pretending anyways. I'm sitting on my boyfriends couch while he's passed out drunk. In my lap. On a Wednesday. And he's a nurse. See, pretending to be an adult
No. No. No. No one's allowed to fuck in the yurt.
So our trip to Disney World ended in the three of us stripping at a gay club in orlando.
facebook is just a cold reminder of all the times other bitches won my hookups
He was awful. Hubby's was apparently epic. I suck at swinging.
you don't go into accounting for the pussy....
I like that you're more concerned about how I would find the time to clone you, than the fact that I have your blood.
Randomize
