My brain says no but my pants say off.
I don't think I'm emotionally ready for this blow job.
they just started filling water ballons with vodka.
on my way.
The cop and I then joined forces to get you up off the sidewalk.
Please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. I mean he's the one with paint on his face. I don't need him judge judying me.
seriously considering responding to a craigslist ad for a lesbian cunninlingus instructor...at this point i'm so desperate for a job that i'm willing to switch teams.
I think we got naked. I can't remember but if you have "friends" written on your ass, then we did. Because I have "best" on mine.
Brian got his first ever blow job last night. We should make him a scrapbook.
He did leave his bud tall boy and 2 choco tacos, so not a total loss.
Besides the fact that the only male who has shown an interest in me in the last 5 months has a strange and unfortunate resemblance to fucking Frodo, I've been good thanks
I'm doing running of the bulls tomorrow at 7am...except in New Orleans roller derby girls chase you.
Thanks for setting a pic of your balls as my desktop background. You'll find you're cc'ed on the mass email of it.
:(. i have vodka in a fire extinguisher. that solves all problems. except fires. it would actually make that worse.
Can I make sure all my sluttiness goes to you when I die? You're the only person I know who'll make use of it
How do you explain to your parents that you can't go to the library because you got banned for being drunk in there... on a Sunday afternoon?
That's $100,000 of quality education right there.
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