So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
I just wiped my vajayjay with snow. Bad idea.
Well hello freshman 15, didn't see you there until I tried on last years summer clothes.
And then she proceeded to fling her bra around while screaming the rocket power theme song, still managing to not fall off the skateboard
Did I at antime last saturday slip away and sign up for a prayer circle?
Selling Girl Scout Cookies outside bars for higher than retail value has got to be the most profitable idea. Ever.
I think I'm going to postpone my photo shoot until my Gpa dies. I don't want to be in lingerie and stripper heels when I finally get the call
I can't feel my clothes. I'm convinced I'm naked
I'm the one on the patio wearing underwear. Holding a pipe. Pigtail and glasses. Can't miss me.
At least he finally released me from his spooning oven of death...
Will you be doing the frenzied booty dance of passionate ownage on my penis tonight
Are there rules against fucking your ex's dealer?
I want to buy weed from this guy on Tinder but I'm not sure I should trust him...but it's free delivery
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
Get over here and bring your drill!!! The strippers next door need help installing a stripper pole by their pool
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