a girl in my class is on a twilight fan site and running her fingers on the screen as edwards body comes up.
Any time you start making pro wrestling references before 10 PM I know that I'm breaking up a fight between you and some muscled up frat boy you call Hogan.
I could hear his roommate in the background imitating my sex sounds...
its not that she doesnt like having sex with you, your balls just smell worst then your ass.
I think she must be bulimic. I mean, every time I see her I know i want to throw up.
He;s fine. He just kept saying "hurricane Gordon is coming to shore" and flexed his muscles a lot.
He just asked me if he's allowed to flirt with me. That's how whipped he is.
It's like bringing a chick home from the bar the night before and waking up to thinking you are about to go another round... Just to wake up and find she's already left...
It felt as if we were fucking on a sea of baby feet and morgan freemans face hair
I'm sure there's been a weekend in 2014 we were sober... Clearly it wasn't fun, bc I can't recall it. Point proven, alcohol is key.
I just said "I love my cat" as a hobby.
Hopefully they won't bring up last year's Christmas party. I kind of predicted my great aunt's death...
So I've decided that blue balls for lesbians is rainbow balls and the struggle is real
Hey sorry if you felt me holding your hand in the middle of the night I was actually just checking you had a pulse
I'd like to thank Vicodin for getting me through family thanksgiving once again.
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