So I walked out of my room and there was my brother....standing naked
One of my students just wrote an essay on how ninjas, like drug addicts, must realize they need help before they can get better...I gave it an A+
And if you don't call me, I will embarrass you publicly with a can of spray cheez.
i always forget that thursday isnt the weekend in the real world
the lady in the checkout infront of me had a case of beer, two 40 oz, and activia...really??i dont' think irregularity is her problem
Give me a few hours to remember what being sober feels like.
hold on, were in the kitchen painting a yellow brick road to my vagina on my leg with black light paint.
I think I used your jacking off shit when I showered. I couldn't see shit, it was all oily. Fuck power outages
Her vagina smelt so bad I lied and told her that I was married just so that she would leave.
The last thing I remember is teaching our waffle house waitress to do the stanky leg and promising the grill cook we would come see him at his other job.
I was more obsessed with the sweat stain on her back that was simultaneously shaped like a vagina and the virgin Mary.
Tranny group. Dance off. Horse hair and dicks swinging. I. Cant. Unsee. This.
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
I'm gonna forget you just shared your personal blowjob aesthetic with me and move on
Of course i made out w him. He was painted green. You know of my secret longing for the Hulk.
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