she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
He let me keep his flannel as a "good job" for the great head I gave him.
The guy is drinking 5 bottles of beer in a juice pitcher. Fucking amazing.
Its like they don't get that I only talk to them before homecoming, thanksgiving, or any other time I go home. I love highschool girls.
We call it lazy sex. We just lay next to each other and help each other masturbate. that way we can both be on bottom.
his eyes are fucked up, he bumped into the cabinet while standing in my office, and he's pounding chicken soup, and he must have chewed on 8 pieces of gum before he got here.
I just ate a bag of doritos while taking a shower. I can now officially do anything
I just had a flash of me drinking straight vodka out of a condom...
I just took a shot out of my supervisors unzipped jeans. Our staff parties are getting a little too personal
i fucking swear, saying shit like "i dont get jealous" is like personally inviting your slutty friend to fuck the guy you slept with like a month ago
Holy. Fuck. This mans mouth is magical. I love married men. I don't have to teach them.
she's sitting there like the lesbian godfather. A cigarette in one hand and a titty in the other.
Just shaved my crotch so I could call it the bald eagle. Happy 4th.
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
At least your road beer policy is responsible. Well, relatively speaking.
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