And mexicans. My burrito likes you.
Referring to yourself in third person during sex is apparently an instant turn off
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
rolling absolute tits, turn on the red lights for when i get home.
There's holes in the drywall and the beer pong table is a broken door on two barstools. You know they like to party.
Yes... I'll kill two birds with one crazy ecstacy filled night.
Impressive. I've never gotten straight denied and then chased the guy naked out of my own apt. I'll remember that next time.
The guy at the rodeo just told me "if ya don't say none, ya don't get none". What the hell does that mean?
Im pretty sure you just got hit on by a gay cowboy.....
that almost beats the chick I saw smoking a joint while uni-cycling past my house at 4am. Almost.
You called it motorboating but you just snot rocketed into my tits.
Any sexual interaction is meaningless without pizza during half time.
There's a set of buzz lightyear wings in lost and found at work. I just need access to your roof.
she just kept pointing at the cows and calling them field penguins
I’m getting reeeeaaalll tired of telling cute boys I gave them chlamydia.
That’s two in three months. You really know how to live.
I've been getting a lot of emails from patron lately for being a great customer. Is that awesome, or should I start thinking about seeking help?
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