My right nipple has been called many things but never a ghost pig
His internet searches, listed chronologically: sex slave, volunteer sex slave, lava
We decided that the paper cups disintegrating was god's way of telling us we had had enough
its was like we drinking an entire bottle of mystery
A blow job from a tiger shark would still entail less risk to your genitals than having sex with her.
She's riding a bike down the street and drinking brown liquor. A pt cruiser is honking at her and she's like I HEAR YOU!!
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
There is a severe lack of banging on that itinerary... I'd like a revision on my desk within the hour
high moment I think I just reached personal nirvana
All I want is some guy to eat me out while I work on grad school things then go on his way
I just blew thrown up hashbrowns out my nose. That's the level of this hangover.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
I JUST SAW MY THERAPIST OUTSIDE OF WORK AND I DONT KNOW THE ADULT THING TO DO
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
Just had to break it to that one guy that I can't sleep w him bc he looks identical to my brother. So how's your morning?
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