I'm half single.
Please tell me it's the bottom half.
nothing as in nothinggggg kills the mood for me is when a girl with 4 cm nipple hair
He plays me like an instrument...he is the Carlos Santana of my vagina.
She was crying, alone at a college bar. It would have been rude NOT to try and show my penis to her.
Should I give the penis ring toss game to good will or garbage
I just beer bonged. Soco and spite please get on my levvl my hair is in buns
I could seriously attempt to try and saw my head in half with a butter knife cause im pretty sure it could not hurt any more than it already does
Having him as a wingman is like telling the girl you already have aids
He called it restless penis syndrome. I call it cheating.
We should probably go now, otherwise the whores will descend.
The cop was yelling at you as you layed on the sidewalk and you wouldn't take him seriously cause you thought it was some dude in a cop costume.
I either have a razor blade lodged in my throat or I've been drinking entirely too much Evan Williams.
Who the fuck gets injured on a merry-go-round? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE??
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
CRAIGSLIST IS NOT THE ANSWER
IM LONELY AND HORNY
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