party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
I got a chicken sandwich and a frosty out of her. Better then having sex
Yea. You cant just squeeze my balls. They are sensitive
I don't think my arm is broken I can still text
He was pretty wasted I guess, but the crippled guy threw the first punch it was awesome
i figure if i show enough tits, no one will notice my eyebrows.
Me and him getting it in is for special occasions only. Like Christmas and when they bring the McRib back.
I'm beginning to think that women just have dogs at home as an excuse to leave ASAP after hooking up, without sounding like a typical guy.
I'm now having weird sexual fantasies about that riverdancing figure skater. So thanks for that.
but, alas, I am not the lady in the streets. I'm simply the freak in the sheets.
Ultimate cock block. About to have sex and your mom calls you so you can go help your grandmother figure out how to vote for the voice on her iPad
In hindsight, I probably should not have let the waiter give me a chiropractic adjustment on my neck last night.
You threw him in the dryer?
He went in of his own accord. Mumbled something about experiencing the blossoming of popcorn.
You think you can just send me a picture of your dick and everything will be ok?
Yep.
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