i thought she was just hairy. i didn't know she was also a man.
i was so drunk he made me beileve the song was called "thanksgiving sex."
Clearly, I'm already going to hell, so there's no point in trying anymore.
Questioning the dried heart shaped nutella on my boobs. Valentines day has begun.
I'm pretty sure blacking out is a coping mechanism.
so do you, all the weight can't fall on me. I'll befriend a ball pit owner if you will befriend a drug dealer. teamwork.
Such a good question, let's ask the alcohol gods for the answer.
Question: trumpet bong. Can it work.
I don't think he cares about your inhospitable uterus.
I sent him a tit pic on accident and he replied with "nice ass"
I wanna be like, dude, I peed your bed. Like you laid in my pee. And we're not dating. You can find another fuck buddy who I'm sure won't piss on you.
As for the other mouse...I don't have any mouse traps so I put a Jell-O shot on the ground. Party hard little dude.
Hold on I'll be right there, I can't find my arm.
God I need to hump something, right now.
So I figured it out. There's two types of shitters. Moaners and grunters. And on occasion there's a third. It's the ill fabled grunt moaner.
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