Tampa is so boring. I'm dying. I want lots of cleavage at my funeral. If i cant get laid, i want my friends to. I'm that kind of person
in the car goin home for fam dinner and he is silent... i think he realized how big of a whore his little sister is
ha so i just found a picture of you eating paper towels and many of Laura freaking out from it.
i thought i was the drunkest one there til some girl puked in the tip jar.
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
apparently the bartender would rather give me free shots than tell me that my whole nipple piercing was hanging out
That's all? I'm a pro at gay chicken. I'll touch his dick, I have no problem with that.
Giving my coworkers lap dances cuz it was my turn to decide our team bonding exercise. Go happy hour!
IT'S A HOLY FESTIVAL. A BUDDHIST CELEBRATION OF PENIS.
Also, any YOLOwl-related sex photos will result in you winning ten orgasms, courtesy of myself, as well as sweets and bacon-based dinner. All entrants welcome
There's always a certain something about a day that begins with your panties in your purse.
How was the party? Lets put it this way: "He wants her dick" was a factual sentence stated last night.
my still drunk mind thought "hey this is a really good time to stand in the middle of the street barely clothed in 20 degree weather at 4 am talking about the blow job i gave him soph year of high school"
Take off your clothes and see if he wants to have sex, that's a good way to find out
I'm about to order this penis-casting kit so text me within 5 mins if you're not down
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