I hate when laundry day is determined by the number of cum stains on my bed
Draw a picture of yourself puking and peeing on her and give it to her with a note that sys this could be your future if you be my friend
You don't even know the meaning of faking an orgasm until you sleep with an uncircumcised ginger.
I think you're asking the wrong person. You don't understand. Like I would fuck the act of fucking itself if I could.
yeah, that's what i said too. right before i tackled that street sign.
therea a video of her dad walking in while i screamed "lets have a fashion show!" and fell off the table
Pretty sure I recall hugging our waiter from the bar last night. That also means we are NEVER going there again
We left his house because I forgot how to drink water, I was just holding it in my mouth and then spitting it out, needless to say I don't remember the sex.
He pulled the pencil out of my leg and then we fucked. It felt sorta like pulp fiction in reverse.
It's a noodle incident. All I can say is that it was completely accidental, no one was too seriously injured, and I'm not allowed back to that bar without a designated pusher for my wheelchair.
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
But I don't see you as the jesus riding a dinosaur with a machine gun type of guy
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
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