i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
its a long story involving jim bean, an owl, and a knife
we sixty- nined on a tennis court.. not even drunk. you say insane. i say creative genius.
I want to apologize in advance for texting you a picture of my penis tonight.
How did she break his doorknob?
That was our fault. We put a chair under the doorknob so that she wouldn't wander out of his room in the middle of the night and jump into bed with her ex. But she's stronger than we thought.
All you have to do is speak. Your voice reverberates strait to my vagina.
I don't know what that means. But if you take off your pants, you'll probably get arrested.
When you called me you were telling a hobo that you couldn't spare ten bucks bc that was your beer money. All your words were slurred.
Fuck him.
I knew us throwing ourselves at him back in the day would pay off. I'm gonna b a divorcees rebound. Score!
These are all good points. But, I think your under estimating what it's like to be held upside down for a standing 69
Any recommendations for how to tell your wife about the pics of her 19 yr old sister on a porn site without admitting you were surfing said porn site?
And I'm glad you're waiting to invite him over. he may have a weird penis thing and then dinner becomes awkward.
I'm crying and shaving my Bronco playoff beard
I need a life alert for his random dick pics. My heart can't handle that.
Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
Randomize
