i just googled 'classy porn'. high, low, i dunno i just got bored of cum shots.
don't worry, i have a range rover and a brother hopped up on steroids.. we can solve this little misunderstanding quite easily.
yea i guess its safe to say fire extinguishers are not synonymous with whip cream cans
You told me I was special while we were having sex and I asked why.
What did I say?
Don't ask me questions while I have an erection,
I'm flagged. Drank strippers water. Flashed Dave tryin to get a job here. You order the shots. Green tea betch.
My head. My head is the problem. Also alcoholism.
I joked that if anyone could fuck a 35 year old woman while wearing head bands and arm sweat bands it's you and look what happens.
I did the crab walk everywhere because I was drunk enough that it was easier than standing up.
There was probably a tattoo above her soulless vagina that read 'it's a trap!' Yet you ignored it
I got drunk enough that when camel suggested jumping off the pier, I thought it was a fantastic plan. Also my blood hurts.
My drug dealer just asked me to go see Les Mis on Christmas. Should I be worried this is some type of musical set-up?
Don't I can pass these orgasm blushes off as sunburn for much longer...
All I'm sayin is that I don't want to raise anything. Or deal with anything. Or having anything come out of my vagina. I mean, I don't think that's asking too much.
I don't really want to talk about it, but if anyone finds my unicorn mask with my bra in it, I would really like that back.
can we not compare my dick to a children’s folk tale
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