Uhhh...do I owe you any money? Or an apology? Or anything?
yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
I want to do you till i cant cum anymore. Till all i get is a little flag that says "bang".
so apparently we got drunk enough at the reception to rip the center pieces apart and use the flower vases as "fancy glasses"
they call him the transporter because he'll be your designated driver in exchange for sufficient weed or sex.\n
what about money
no - he has a code he lives by
but they dont look like handprints. looks like someone had a boxing match with my tits and my tits lost
I want to go out and have good clean fun.
Ok, but that does not include Bud Light Platinum and your vagina.
She's going to be the first to die of too much illness. Not even super bad stuff like cancer but like for having a cold at the same time as a sore throat and chlamydia or something. Just too much diseases.
I slapped him but he didn't wake up. He just nuzzled my head, hugged me closer, and smiled.
You licked my eyeball, you are officially cut off. If you just missed you can have a second chance on Friday.
I don't like pregnant me. I eat very large burritos, I don't like having sex and I can't even finish a Blue Moon.
I don't think he liked your vagina hand signal
I fell into a police barricade, a cop helped me up and asked if I've been drinking. I just looked at him and said "dude.." He proceeded to take out his handcuffs
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
He’s tiny, hairless and humps my leg when he wants sex. He’s basically a chihuahua
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