I cannot remember December 31 for the past 3 years. it might as well not even exist on my calendar anymore
It would be like bopping for an apple with my penis but never winning an actual prize. The only thing I would get from it would be the joy from taking part but then regretting it forever more
she got the salsa and pickles out of the fridge looked at me and said what can i make with this
I kinda remember trying to staple rolls of toilet paper to make a pillow, but it's blank after that.
I have a challenge for you: find out where you are. you will receive Taco Bell if you succeed
You did a line of free coke with an obese Slovenian unlicensed cab driver in the toilets of the most questionable strip club in the country. New low man.
When you put it like that, I'm inclined to agree.
My only regret is that I have but one penis to give to your vagina.
He told me that his favorite part about me is hearing my voice while we fuck. I think that was the nicest thing he has EVER said to me.
last night on the strip the guy screamed at you YOU GOTTA WORK ON YOUR CALVES.
Gave up on finding an ashtray.... just started flicking it in my purse.
I had a meltdown and you quoted Puddle of Mudd to me
No dude. I can't think of anything LESS sexy than yodeling
I'm the kind of gay who carries his anxiety medication in case the club scene gets too fierce
I just mixed tangerine juice with sauv blanc. on an unrelated note, my episide of intervention is slated to run in April.
I'm going to use this quarantine time to improve my blowjob skills.
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