I want Paula Dean to narrate shark week next year
i don't know where i am. i made bad decisions. i think this guy is dead.
yeah he was eating me out and i didnt know someone made popcorn so I thought the smell was comming from my vagina
you could never motorboat her...you'd have to motor-titanic her
Somewhere at this very moment, a group of drunk white girls are singing dont stop believing.
Disgusting. If I saw her naked my dick would pack up his balls and leave.
at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
Just grabbed my laptop and a beer to take a shit. Mom gave me a look of disgust. I miss college.