of course. lets lasso hookers.
Judging by his buldge, this guy is huge. just paid steve to follow him into the bathroom and find out. They had a convo about it.
his grandma walked in on us. twice. and he was truly fucking surprised when i put my pants back on.
Her grandmother had a handicap stair lift. I just put her drunk ass on it and let her ride it up. Thank God for broken hips.
He just told me that when we were doing it I told him I was the captain and he was the boat. Im too embarassed to ask for money for a cab.
Also you know what's worse than drunk texting? Drunk leaving soup on your hot neighbor's porch.
I told him that his face would look perfect between my legs. One of my most successful strategies yet.
I finally got out of bed at 8:30pm and my little brother informed me that I had cereal stuck to my back. I'm going to smoke a cigarette and go back to sleep.
Well I took a spicy wing shit in a field this morning.
As planned I took it to the limit. Then we met a new limit. Now they are limit friends.
I agree and I would be an awesome dog
I can't believe he's mad at you for not remembering your fake anniversary.
I'd date him. I'd date the fucking shit out of him.
Hey I need you to run the morning meeting, for reasons I can explain when I find out where I left my car
You should have thought of that before emitting walrus sounds while intoxicated
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