is it bad that i kinda- ok, reallyyy don't remember having sex with him last night?
then she came back into the room with a neckbrace on. i thought she was getting ready for the pounding of a lifetime.
We're so high we're finding things in the room to build a submarine with. So far we have two cardboard boxes, a piece of wood, puffy paint, and an empty bottle to use as a periscope.
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
I'm handcuffed to your bathroom sink. Save me.
I just found a hunk of ham in my back jeans pocket from god knows when. We gotta stop going so ham.
I'm in a bed full of sand, and also just took my contacts out. Whatever happened yesterday was great, I think.
Well I sent him a pic of my vagina and sent back a pic of his puppy....so there's that
Woke up covered in green glitter and beer. I am never leaving Ireland.
She wants me to spank her and yell "Kerry! Your father is disappointed with your choices!" Fuck up but crazy hot? Or just fuck up crazy?
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
I just sold my hat for three car bombs. I call that a win.
I ripped off the screen and literally supermaned through my bedroom window. That wasted
No, gay couples have the same problems straight ones do; I wish that we could go back to the days when he would shit with the door closed.
Apparently "Welcome to the Sin Cave" is not how I'm supposed to answer the door
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