I just hope my dad was drunk enough to not remember the whole convo we had about anal.
She just sent me a picture of a heart. I need to stop fucking freshman...
it felt like a thousand fairies were licking my balls.
Are my feet made of real feet?
Idea for the cake. Joints for candles. Do it.
All i know if I'm throwing uo into a bag with a smiley facE on it right now and this is not a smileuy face time right nowe
nothing like walking in the house at 3 am in my panties and a sheer shirt carrying a life sized cardboard dale earnhardt jr
I've got a permanent seat at the "Girls who eat their feelings" table this weekend.
Plan B, arranged marriage to a rich Indian, is rapidly becoming Plan A. Fuck Finals.
Are sex swings allowed in dorms
For what it's worth, I didn't think that hitting you with a crowbar as hard as I did would break your arm like that. You should drink more milk.
Oh wow and I have a bunch of portable wine glasses called to go coffee cups
then you dropped a clam in a draught beer like it was a drop shot and and started chugging as beer spewed all over your body.
And by not handle it I mean it makes me want to sit on his face
First time a guy goes down on me and his dog had its head on my knee the whole time. I swear it was judging me.
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