I have a walk of shame I should be getting to. "Hey, by the way, what is your name?" is not a conversation I want to have today
I got oddly confused when she started talking in third person in bed.
"Shots" has been nominated for a grammy. Now all of the US has sunken to our level...
After he convinced me that my friend had died and come back to life, I decided I was having sex with him that night, and that I should lay off the drugs for a while.
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
He said I could liberate his beef and all I could think about was how I don't eat veal for political reasons.
I was scared that I should know him but I was too busy blacking out to remember
I told you all we needed steroids to survive the tour de franzia, like the bikers. But nobody listened...
Then years and years after that I will send you a picture of my warped vagina from all the kids that I had.
Don't worry, I'm sure your thrusting skills are on point.
Well he wouldn't kiss me so I made out with a German girl, took a shot with my boss, and I think I sprained my ankle. It was a quiet Sunday for me.
The doctor said that if they accidentally damage my nerve endings I could permanently lose feeling in my lower jaw.. Honestly the first thing that came to mind was how that would affect my blowjob skills.
I love everything about him! His penis, his hair, his tattoos, his penis, his cat, his penis.
I knew I was in for a long night after I filled the empty pinata carcass with beer, bit off the top of one of it's legs and used it as a beer bong.
I know you do it only because of my toyota, but thank you for fucking me. Seriously.
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