No. I still stand by my previous statement that nachos and tequila is the breakfast of champions.
he wanted to have me eat skittles off of his body. he mad gay sex even gayer.
it was a sick party until you insisted on putting on "that's how I beat shaq"
She laid down on my bed and played "I want you to want me" on my laptop. subtle.
I think we need to stop being best friends, its not good for our vaginas.
"lets watch the sunrise" turned into "lets have sex on the roof at six thirty in the morning"
I'm practically paying him in tacos to have sex with me.
Once he blows his load, he's more of an immediate flight risk than that jetBlue pilot. He's out the door before his cum is out of my vajayjay.
I wanted him to come me this time. So I told him last time I was in the city I hit a lady on the head with an inflatable Santa Claus and just found out that the restraining order she requested against me was granted. We never hung out.
No gay bar. My eyemake up looks like sex and Im using these dick daggers of mine tonight.
Got my parents to pick me up from the party, take me to the bar and buy all my drinks, then drop me off at my booty calls house.
Thursday could be nutella day. You could make me a nutella sandwich and then fuck me senseless
FUCK YOU VODKA I'M TRYING TO ADULT RIGHT NOW
Today, I lack passion for anything but Taco Tuesday.
You grabbed my dick don't call me son
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