my penis was classy and tasteful, i don't know what her problem was.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I swallowed and made him pancakes in the morning. I feel almost as desperate as Jennifer Aniston at this point.
dude. we need more in our fridge then just beer and applesauce.
The bar posted my picture because my name changes with each new fake i get. i'm getting a wig.
he proceeded to grab my vagina through my leggings in the middle of the dance floor. strangely enough I was okay with it
Half of elefante. Gelafin galaxy
Take advantage man but know that every anal bead u drop inside her will make her love u 2% more. It's science
Pretty sure I'm taking the break up well. Alcohol made me okay with it and drugs keep me agreeing with why I dumped him in the first place.
I woke up naked, with the lights on, using my backpack as a pillow and a pillow as a blanket.
Hey is there a picture of me in a trash can on your phone?
Almost threw up on my grandmother as she walked in the house. Had to run to the bathroom and vomit my brains out. Prolly getting taken out of the Will now.
He ordered three small pizzas while I was giving him head.
He was talking about his friends deceased ferret and I still managed to orgasm.
Now THAT is dedication!
I honestly think sometimes all you need is a $2 alcoholic punch poured from a jug into a big glass to feel better. I guess abblebees is my new problematic fav
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