I've had that scene from "Parenthood" where Rick Moranis' character is singing "Close To You" to his wife in classroom, stuck in my head all morning.
I guess my mind is just wondering whatever happened to Rick Mornais.
I realized we pick a president more often than I get a blowjob
I was unaware that a tutu and pasties was appropriate attire to this
She's never going to forget it... Christmas Anal.
I mean, I know they're ugly, but I cant turn down a birthday threesome.
When you hit the 45 minute mark of any argument about The Flintstones, you have to realize: it's no longer you arguing, it's the cocaine arguing.
I have no idea. But I feel like I could climb a mountain and then have sex on it.
I rocked my own world, he was just a prop.
Filthy. I need to be power hosed with holy water.
A fair warning: I don't think a cop will let you off the hook just because your birthday is on New Year's Eve
The night went downhill when he took his pants off at our table and walked up to women saying "Special delivery"
I apparently got up in the middle of the night after fucking him and started looking for you under piles of his clothing
We were making fun of some people having sex on the beach, an hour later we were having sex on a golf course
Dude. That's like masturbating until the point that you're going to climax, then stopping, waiting for a few seconds and then starting all over. While that does lead to an altogether more powerful orgasm, it's still annoying as hell until you get there.
I was not expecting that analogy.
No one ever expects that analogy.
You know when you're a kid and you play at the pool until you passed out? It was like that except instead of playing it was sex.
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