My 11 year old cousin is wearing a Jane Austen fan club t shirt. I'm trying not to tear into her, but I'm five coronas deep and losing control.
i am exhausted. it's been years. we both know his dick is small. the jig is up.
she stopped mid-blowjob to explain how to acheive the haircut shown in the movie
Couldn't see or hear that well because she hit me on the back of the head with a bat. That is my excuse. Also the gin.
I vagually remember taking your birthcontrol and washing it down with ash water
Her face just looks like a massive mistake. That's the only legitimate description I can say about it
As long as you're naked and covered in glow paint, I'm there.
So was I the only one that was competing in the whale hunt?
one of the RAs is here. he told me his name is optimus prime and then took his shirt off and fell down
All you have to do is speak. Your voice reverberates strait to my vagina.
I am significantly less than sober now. Gonna make like, ten hotdogs.
Seriously I'm dying. All my insides are fighting their way out of me. With light sabers and machetes.
where will you be at 9:30 tonight?
piledriving you in your roommate's bed?
That was the second worst thing to happen to my asshole.
You're never the same once you're dry humped on the frat house floor
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