i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
Nah, lets use your guy, my drug dealer is going all pineapple express on me
I'm going to be blunt here. I don't actually care what you're doing tonight. I just need to know if I need to shave or not.
I need someone to meet me at the end of the road and throw captain morgan at my face like they do with water at marathons
That just sounds like a recipe for sex in my backyard. Yes.
ya i guess you have to take things with a grain of salt in a place where nipple clamps are the norm..
She sucks dick like Beethoven on piano, but talking to her is like Simple Jack in Tropic Thunder. Still working out the pros vs cons list.
I don't remember much of half-time. I do remember climbing onto the roof of the fraternity and telling people I was going to stargaze in French.
This is just what we do. We meet guys, go back to their place, smoke all their weed & go home to compete in out own version of Cupcake Wars.
I don't see how you can turn down creme brulee and orgasms
I'm drinking vodka. Get ready for my famous "come over" mass snapchats
He is getting no nudes from me. I don't even care if I'm losing his legal advice.
WTF DOES CAROLINE HAVE GLASS IN HER FACE
So your telling me I can lick your ass but you CAN'T spend my money
I don't wanna be 33 that's when Jesus died
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