I can’t tell where your back ends and your butt begins. Everyone touched each other’s butts, and it was great. I guess she doesn’t like wearing clothes. Just when I think I’m out, those cheeks pull me right back in. My boob? Sausage leather belts. This is where I thrash. Butts. Let’s raise our glasses!…
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I’ll wave at you every day. He did? That’s the sleaziest, sneakiest, most romantic thing anyone’s ever done to me. You’re right. I’m a firestarter and a jinx. I’m going to destroy this whole family. This is where I thrash. Buns…sen. I’m gonna write the most erotic, graphic, freakiest friend fiction ever. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chad the…
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Thank you zombie boyfriends. So I think I’m being attacked by zombies and I start screaming, ‘Do you wanna make out?’ And I make out with it. Gene, you saved us. I owe you my life. Everyone touched each other’s butts, and it was great. This is such a snore-gasm. Do you think horses get…
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