we were both hunting dick last night. it ended terribly for both of us.
You told me alcohol would be the death of you then ordered 10 shots of tequila.
Had a couple pieces of pizza for breakfast...suck on that Jamie Oliver.
Now there's vomit covered trash all over the front lawn. I feel accomplished
That chick needs a catscan. And fuck it, we're still ordering in a stripper
I told him that he was essentially a very life-like dildo with a person attached so he needed to stop having feelings because it was getting annoying. He agreed.
I think a van full of parolees just blew me kisses. Thoughts?
look in the field by the highway and see if there is a high heel there. Or some Taco Bell bags.
eating on the run again ?
They only searched every other person. But I sacrificed myself to get our vodka across the border
I'm sending midget strippers dressed as bull fighters with mini bottles of 1800 to your house. Already made the call. Jer is going halves on it. Can't be stopped! Won't be stopped!
All I'm sayin is that I don't want to raise anything. Or deal with anything. Or having anything come out of my vagina. I mean, I don't think that's asking too much.
Let's put it this way. Mom is bringing me a new shirt and I smell like lube.
Whose panties are you wearing on your head and why are you sending me pics of it?
Yo whoever left a thong on the dining room table, first of all get help second of all please remove it now
I want a dick in my left hand and a Crunch Wrap Supreme in my right hand.
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