she was bad bro. like...id rather put my dick in a blender. twice.
no its okay don't call 911, she's alive. just stopped by her house and banged on her door. she said she turned her phone off because she "had to be alone with her shame and embarassment". typical.
she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
tonight's goal was "most regrettable decision" and you bring wine coolers?
It's true- you can buy beer at McDonald's in France. I'm not coming back to the States.
so this was truly a case of the blacked out leading the blacked out.
It felt like getting blasted with a supersoaker filled with vagina juice.
dude a monday night stripper made you motorboat her. you should get that checked out
Consider it an appointment to improve my blow job capabilities.
David pulled a magic mike again and started stripping on every street sign we passed.
This bar smells like your ball sack. In a weird way I miss you.
Hahahaha yep. You were picking up the credit card machine and singing to it in Spanish.
he said "GREAT SCOTT" as he was cumming.
Ive got small boobs, but they sure do like to pop out and party with the big dogs.
my favorite part of this morning was sitting at the gynecologist smelling like cigarettes and wearing yesterday's clothes.
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