I texted him to clear the air a bit, apologized if I freaked him out. No reply. So I'm gonna go ahead and fuck someone in a barn tonight.
waiting in line for my ID. the kid in front of me reaks of hopes and dreams and hornyness-- freshmen by calvin klein
there was a party in your bed and you weren't invited... change your sheets
it was a whole new experience in the world of ball fondling
i'm sick of coming in second next to bourbon.
So I think my aunt and her one legged boyfriend are getting it on in the next room. Traumatized does not even begin to describe what I am right now
I'd rather be sodomized with a fullly decorated Christmas tree.
You left a motherfucking bruise. ON MY TIT. How? How do you even. No.
I wanna fuck that hideous moustache right off your face. get the confetti ready for the festivities
My mom is currently out with her lesbian friends and I'm home alone drunk listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack. WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO COMPETE WITH HER?
Would you still love me if my nipple fell off?
I was alternating between saying "yall need Jesus" and "God bless" the entire night
I'm sorry but if you can talk well enough to critique his oral game, he clearly needs the pointers.
It got weird the panthers lost and we started throwing wings at one another
He somehow obtained a megaphone and managed to scare away the out-of-control house party—the house party that HE started, by the way— by pretending to be the police.
Randomize
