it's 4 am, i'm drinkin beer and re-drywalling my bathroom. this could possibly be a bad idea.
he used a semicolon in his bootycall text, of course he's not gonna go down on me.
She was adopted and used to dance at Sapphire. just my speed.
it's kind of slutty but what the hell, so are we
im calling her cock vulture from now on
Im in his room watching him sleep. Im going to try and jerk off and not get caught by the nurse.
you have no idea the dirty thing i want to do to your blad spot. please wear my vagina as a hat.
this mall makes me feel like I just rolled a 9 in jumanji and got the stampede card
I would convert to being a Republican and Mormon just to sleep with Romney's sons. The things I would to do them.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
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.
I ran into a wall that clearly had things popping out. My eyebrow was bruised, both arms, the bottom of my foot. Lost half of my finger nail, my fake eyelash was stuck in my hair and I have about 47 blurry pictures of a half naked zombie DJ.
I love how when he said ecstasy pills both of our heads whipped around like a couple of horned owls.
im mourning your vaginas lack of frictional upkeep
Im experiencing the awkward moment after realizing two of my straight female friends have had sex with each other
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