you're like the ceasar milan of boners... you understand them on a different level.
I'm not saying we can't have sex tonight, I'm just saying we have to work it around Lost.
It's just like riding a horse. A very tall, gay horse.
I figured that I'd start organizing the places ive given head. I'll add treehouse right after bandroom
I'll be accepting presents in the forms of drinks, drugs, and orgasms. So any or all of those will be fine.
I figured out why I insisted on leaving my sweater on the ground outside. I smelled it and I'm 97% sure I peed on it last night
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
He tells me he loves me and I say I just want him for sex, then he looks at me like I just said I hate puppies. What kind of guy is he?
Boys that pee in my bed don't get happy birthday wallposts on facebook
We decided it was acceptable to walk out of class on a quest for Doritos. That high.
If I have to strap one on and give it to you good, you will not die revirginated. That's friendship.
Laying on a pile of just out of the dryer clothes because this is NOT real life.
For context, I was hiding under the pong table mooing at everyone by that point.
Why do you have an empty bottle of port in your bathroom bin?
We need a kiddie pool and lots of cornstarch
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