a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
they ran out of cups so I just drank out of a cowbell.
and when he finished he started shouting "swim boys SWIM"
I've never seen a kid turn down a sure thing for a possible handy by a freshmen. You need to re-evaluate.
Oh, and thanks to you. I'm now stuck in the living room, held hostage, listening to my roommate's "How I discovered I was bi" story. FUCK YOU.
I don't know bro, all I could remember is that he kept saying hallelujah and calling that girl Slutimus Prime
Dude I am not desperate enough to pay my dealer in change. Maybe tomorrow.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
Dude... You called me at 3am to tell me you still had your pants.
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
I'm going to smoke the pathetic stems and miscellaneous particles that weren't good enough for all my other bowls because its all I have left. This is my bag's Rudy moment.
I just smoked weed out of a baked potato.
You rock my world.
Do not buy a prego test at the Walgreens you frequent. It's awkward. Just trust me.
As she came, she moaned Roll Tide. I kid you not.
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