Can a clitoris grow tomatoes? Its symbolic and rhetorical.
If we went to a costume party as Batman and Robin I would go as Robin, that's how much you mean to me
My boobs grew. They knew we were going to vegas.
Sorry for eating those cheese fries out of your hands last night
I ran into a hotel and told the doorman he was doing a great job. That was before you cried on my jacket.
for me, it's working out the tricky timing of the Viagra and nightly laxative.
Neither a grow-er nor a show-er. More like a no-er. If he didn't have testicles, I'm not sure you could tell he was a male, even standing there naked. There will be no second date.
I hate ovaries. They're horrible little sacs of satanic enmity.
That's the most poetic description of female anatomy I've ever heard.
and then you called me a third time and yelled that you were stealing a puppy named Willow
He was leaving the restaurant I was going to as I was parking. I didn't want to scream, "hey, didn't I jerk you off?" Out of my window at 10 am
Yeah, I'm just gonna try to repress that and remember him for his big dick and perfect jawline.
I'm gonna have to get a lube sherpa.
It was after I slept with him he tells me he's a juggalo
Well it was nice knowing him
I or someone else dumped a lot of glitter into my boobs last night.
Who put the toilet in the living room? This is extremely inconvenient right now.
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