I think we should urban dictionary "drive of shame." It involves a sprint to your car in his underwear and shirt, surreptitiously trying to put on your bra on at stoplights without attracting attention from neighboring cars, and lurking in your car a block from home so you can know when your roommate leaves for work.
I made my rape whistle into a roach clip device. FRESHMAN YEAR!
I feel like jumping into a breast pit right now. Like the old school ball pits at mcdonalds.
Oh we will ALWAYS be together. Or I'll have to delete my Facebook altogether. I've drunkenly boobie trapped photos of us into every album. There's no way I'd ever have the patience to go through that deletion process.
Two questions for you. Did I throw up last night and did we get food or did I dream that..?
No you never threw up but you did force me to take you to wendy's because you wanted "beef and ketchup"
I'll be on pinterest all night planning crafty things to do with my cats in 10 years.
I can't leave your house without my underwear spending the night.
I think I'm still a little drunk from Sunday Funday and I just changed for a date in my car. wish me luck.
I'm taking a leave of absence and sending myself to fat camp. I'll let you know when I'm out.
then he grabbed my tit and yelled "FOR NARNIA!!" then dove into my vag. i think I will do him again strictly for the entertainment value
How are you getting in?
I know some influential drag queens
I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I've found the One.
I'm trying to drink up the confidence to run in public.
I am luring the porn star to my house with chicken!
If you can endure a laser on the butthole, you can endure a wax on the butthole. Those are words to live by.
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