We can make salsa ya know, maybe even some hot sauce. That doesn't mean we're married.
don't worry, i already broke the ice when i told the story about how i super glued a picture of big bird to my vag.
I'll listen to your side of the story when you stop being such a whore.
my mom hid the smirnoff from me. this is the most fucked up game of hide and seek EVER
At a pool hall. Dudes walkin around with fuzzy handcuffs cuffed to his belt. The douche bag level grows higher still
By the third Id pass back i figured the bouncer had fucked one of us.
well the blowjob for study guide exchange was a success.
I don't know where I am and I feel like a hippo shat in my mouth. This sofa is comfy though.
Because once my penis is in motion, it stays in motion unless another force acts upon it.
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
If I die, let him know that his penis was the last penis I saw. And I'm happy about that.
I think I heard my penis growl. Wanna do lunch?
Those boxers don't belong to me anymore. They belong to the desert surrounding Phoenix.
No i dont need a babysitter i have my cats. Cats can dial 911 ya know
You know it’s going to be a rough day when you scream “Get fucked” at your alarm clock
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