I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
got high and went straight for the Doritos. I'm some kind of walking cliche.
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
I don't remember much but I remember it was a unanimous decision that Santa was indeed real and Cait's stripping somehow proved this.
We didn't need to cut her off. I'm pretty sure the lit candle she almost drank would have done it for us
your dad made us margaritas and breakfast on the morning. I think it's safe to say he relives his glory days through us
Apparently I told a girl last night, that's she's super beautiful and I don't want to fuck she just deserves being eaten out
its just been over 12 hours, and i`m dying, don`t know how i`m supposed to survive the holidays sexless
Nothing says summer like lemonaid, but nothing says fuck yeah summer like lemonaid and vodkavodka
If by some world ending natural disaster I get into an actual relationship with this kid, should I tell him the truth about the web of lies I've based our current relationship on?
Not as much as my roommate, who is in the middle of one of the pictures throwing a lawn chair at a cop car lol.
you know it's been too long when the heat of a pizza box on your lap turns you on.
think before you get married my friend it's my birthday and just got done jacking off
The twitch Bob Ross stream is the happiest little hangover cure ever.
Point in my hangover when I'm honestly not sure if I'm about to puke, or shit my pants.
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