Also do the "tongue the pee-hole" thing.
i dont know what to do
with your life?
no, with my silly bandz, im already wearing 3
He got about halfway through singing "Drift Away" before he passed out and broke my coffee table.
I had to carry you down because your legs weren't moving anymore but you were carrying the weights you stole from that guys room... and that's where the bruises came from.
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
I sold weed for gas money to get home. I thought that's what college was for.
Im playing the how drunk can i get before my card declines game. being single sucks. But getting drunk after work alone in fridays on a wenesday night sucks way more.
Hes drunk and dancing naked. I can hear his dick smacking his legs from the next room.
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
I look like a bag of dicks so if you could ugly yourself up that'd be great.
Like my new perfume? It's a combination of Fireball, sex and bad decisions.
I puked on his mom. Not my proudest moment
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
So i just remembered that thing i use to do with your butt because of shark week.
It was the needle in the haystack of teary, unpleasant handjobs.
Randomize
