Thanks for making me watch you dance provacatively by yourself in the bathroom so you could see if you looked fat.
Eating doritas dunked in queso con salas. Salllas. Salska. Salsa. Got it. Shhiitt. Salsa con queso. That's better. I'm hot pink socks.
she kept calling me pablo. i just went with it.
Missing a small section of hand. Hope your night is going better
we decided it was best to cut you off after we caught you trying to "baptize" my cat in the jungle juice
I got stood up on a date. They are singing "dancing with myself" on karaoke in my honor.
What I'm trying to say is, that time you chained me to my dresser and made me beg for it was incredibly romantic.
He called it restless penis syndrome. I call it cheating.
He may only be 25% black, but after that sexual experience I am 100% never going back.
So apparently we wrote "Lube Shopping" in Paula's diary on every friday for the rest on the year....
You leaned over so she could squirt ketchup in your hair and then started chanting "KETCHUP NIGHT!! KETCHUP NIGHT!!!"
He called me 'pal' while complimenting how well I took his load on my face. I've officially been fuckbuddy-zoned.
Interesting. All i can really say is humanoid shaped doritos bags melting very slowly
dude new orleans is fucking wild these two guys just performed dueling banjos except they were actually fighting with the banjos
shots, cocks, socks. bingo
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