Dude you has no fucking this poptart
What?
I dont know to explain this.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
She bit me. She gave me a brief pity cuddle. I gave her an awkward backrub, somehow I thought it would be a good idea to include the vagina in that. It wasn't.
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
He crawled over to me grabbed my boob asked me if I liked cats and then passed out. If that's really my RA, it's gonna be a long year
He's sitting in his room on Facebook with nothing but a pillow covering his crotch. I can't help you at the moment.
Can I interview you during sex or would that be weird?
Gas station champagne. And before you say anything I'll have you know it's imported. From California. So get fucked.
I'm using the house around the corner that my parents rent out to people as a means of getting sex. I just tell them I'm going for a walk and just invite my next hook up over
I think i'm going to homewreck at this Disney on Ice show.
I don't go out. I live in my room watching Bridget Jones and thanking my vibrator for existing.
Omg this place. I'm at a neighborhood party. My mom has kissed two other moms. Where am I
I should stop using "Braveheart would do it" as a basis for decision making...
why do i have a pole dance champion shot glass?
And it only took a fake engagement ring, a condom and a bowl of weed
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