I feel like jumping into a breast pit right now. Like the old school ball pits at mcdonalds.
I dont know how to respond to your rave picture. I mean yeah, he's hot, but it just seems wrong to be like "Please tell me you fucked that guy with the pacifier!"
Good news, I found your other leg warmer. Bad news, I don't know if the pile of puke I found it in was yours.
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
I'm going to make a mold of my tits to bake a cake for him for our anniversary.. I can see the pride in his eyes now.
Emergency! LinkedIn connected me to a hotornot hookup from sophomore year... slutty phase sphere has officially invaded grown up professional sphere. My illusions of interweb sexual anonymity have been exploded.
Cookies. Watch out fir falling satellites.
Guess who left Professor Cunt on their paper by accident?
Oh, and trying to figure out who wants to do Molly in a frat is like asking damn children if they want puppies and candy. So just bring as much as possible.
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
Im 95% ready to shit behind 711
just walked past the recycling bin in class, there's keystone cans in it. go cougs.
just an fyi, false alarm on the whole ghonnorea thing. you're safe.
DIN'T JUSGE NE.