Whats contracted in vegas does not stay in vegas....
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
I was preparing to do my walk of shame shirtless, but then I found my sweater, wallet and keys neatly piled under a tree in the park.
He has to watch his girlfriends kitten. Even when she is in Vegas, her pussy keeps him from getting into mine.
It was actually pretty good. His cock is as fat as the rest of him and I took out my contacts so I couldn't see him clearly.
And then I passed out in my towel and was woken up by my roommate introducing me to her trick for the night.
Dude, she brought over peach cobbler, weed and alcohol plus I'm gonna get laid. She's by far the coolest sister you have.
She said "oh yeah" like Hulk Hogan with the muscle flex and everything. Totally digging this chick
You're lucky I'm tired or I'd take a pic of me mounting a reindeer yard decoration
Look on the bright side: Now that I'm sleeping with both the exs it's good bye to drunk sexting the 'wrong one'.
I'm 50% okay with that amount of body contact... plus/minus 7% based on where blood may flow.
Well after we were arrested you just kept chanting "Like a good neighbor state farm is there"
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
Guess how much it costs to flush your pants down the toilet?
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