It's not a real calculator it's a math calculator
You know, I didn't realize this at the time, but it appears that I am being "heavily petted" by 3 grown men in that pic.
If these were biblical times then you'd be a Roman Senator.
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
I had some like war flashbacks of giving someone a handjob and i was trying to figure out who it was.
she just punched a dude and called him a peasant for not drinking fast enough in flip cup.
I just came so hard there were tears. Actual tears.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
We're in the kiddy pool eating marshmellows and drinking wine out of a box. Please dress casual.
Question: trumpet bong. Can it work.
We couldn't find the paddle I had gotten so he just spanked with my tennis raquet
Sorry. My phone died in the middle of you explaining why we would never work as a couple. Whatever you were gonna say, I probably agree.
you made cordon bleu at 4am and declared you were Marshall Stewart
i always handshake my one night stand, im classy like that.
Leaves on the ground. Coffee in one hand and your man in my other. Lovely fall morning.
Excuse me I just made a hot pocket without burning down the house, I think i can do anything.
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