i just called corporate taco bell to ask about the life span of a chicken burrito.
Lots of explosions. Minor nudity. Full penetration and lots of tuxedos.
he walked in on you at the party drunkenly dancing alone on the bed wearing mardi gras beads, sunglasses, and using one ski pole as a microphone.... and you STILL got laid. i dont get your life.
I just made doing the dishes into a drinking game. crafty, or pathetic?
He ended up walking out of his bedroom and told me to look at the nonexistent fire he was holding in his hand. Im upset I didn't take those shrooms.
You were fucking on a porch at a party, not much privacy should be expected
Haha that's why you never name the penis. Its like a pet, once named you will most likely get attached.
Teasing with taco bell is not funny. High or sober.
you tried to fill your inhaler with vodka
And on the seventh day, God carefully sculpted your cock to fit perfectly into my masterpiece of a vagina. Then he rested. Look it up.
I just closed two deals on my laptop from my bathroom while smoking a bowl, like a bawssss. Working from home is my favorite.
I am thinking about buying a decorative chest for all our sex stuff....
You have not lived until you've had your brains fucked out on a broken down Tunnel of Love ride. Life is good.
I'll get tired halfway through and end up passed out at a taco shack honestly
I want you
Nvm, now I want someone who replies to my booty-call texts faster
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