I hope to God it wasnt poon. That odor was unnatural, it was satanic pussy.
I wonder why dictionaries dont have indexes to help find the words easier.
The irony of calling it Pride is that you do things that no one should be proud of.
I haven't seen any of my friends sober in months. We have classes together.
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
I could not actually bring myself to utter the phrase "donkey cock" in front of my father. Not possible.
He just kept repeating "not with an octopus" over and over for hours. Soooooo Porn Dare was a succes.
She literally just changed his birthday. Overly attached girlfriend has nothing on her.
Drunk me made out with someone's girlfriend last night, was invited to their place for a semi-threesome, and then walked home at three am. Can't decide if this is better or worse than drunkenly challenging everyone to taekwondo sparring matches...
we fucked in the backseat of my car at the observatory, right under the stars. it was a starry, orgasmic filled night
I spent two entire hours explaining to a guy why I wouldn't make out with him. How was your night?
I don't think he knows you can have sex sober...
tell him if he brings over dinner you might let him see your left boob...or right, whichever you prefer. But under no circumstances do you let him see both...unless he brings a good desert...like coffee ice cream or something
Her dad had just brought down their giant American flag for 4th of July and we fucked on it. I have never been more patriotic
You know how fear has a smell? Well turns out shame has a smell too. It's Pina colada flavored anal grease.
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