last nights makeup is better than no makeup at all.
It's a line of coke at 10 a.m. kind of Saturday. Don't be a pussy about life.
The last thing i remember is saying breakfast beer and carrying the keg to my room and locking the door.
I am moving slowly w him. I havent even masturbated to him yet.
Just don't have "pin the tail on the straight edge" as a party game... Please and thanks...
it felt like i was a kid in an empty playground. i fucked him on every piece of furniture in the house and then when his housemates showed up i was naked in his bed like i'd been there all along.
Give him a trash can and a welcome home balloon, he will be good.
how many dildos make it a "collection?"
I hope you enjoy this collage I made of you and me getting fucked up together
lesson #1 of freshman year: grinding with a sombrero is difficult
THERE IS AN ENORMOUS FAT WOMAN EYEING MY FLIGHT'S GATE LIKE IT WOULD BE DELICIOUS TO EAT.
I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
Got home. Somebody tried to sell me weed on the street. I've never had to try so little to find a dealer before.
No. It's going to be "I'm mad that it took you so long to get over here" angry sex.
Randomize
