I'm looking for sex. Do you know her?
you didnt know i had herpes?
I was so high last night. I wrote a poem about my salt shaker
this isnt the first time ive seen her dressed as abe lincoln
Only you would get a date out of getting hit by a car
i introduced myself to everyone by my new name, thundergooch. i threatened the neighbors with a hammer when they used my real name. needless to say, sailor jerry was not kind to me.
Touche. Dude, I fastened garters. Drunk. I deserve a medal from a drag queen.
Probably not well advised, but you're welcome to stop by if your not ready to end your night. You know, for Thanksgiving's sake.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
On the way home there was a guy passed out IN the road on Colfax with his pants around his ankles, completely bare assed. If he was dressed as a speed bump, he succeeded.
Let's try finding a bar where there aren't people who want to hang me from a tree by my nutsack
Only time and a comprehensive case study of all of your relationships will tell.
New rule: if you don't think racism exists, you don't get to put your penis inside me.
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
Oh, the accent alone guaranteed a bj. It was when he started drunkenly singing in PERFECT PITCH that I knew I was fucking him.
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