It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
If you were a Panda and I were a Koala and we had a baby, it'd be a falafel. Just think about that.
I've eaten ice cream, mentos, an extreme gulp and swedish fish today. i feel like diabetes. the actual disease not a person with it.
We hung out in the bathroom the whole time and talked about sex and watched some girl pee. If you don't believe I was there, check the bathtub for bread crust.
it's been a while because I don't count the hooker
There are fucking limits. Jerking another guy off in the bar toes the line.
I feel like someone kicked me repeatedly in the ribs. I don't think sex is supposed to do that.
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
Would you be mad if I just used the argument "I'm allowed to say that, my best friend is a lesbian"?
Never. I'm proud to help you win arguments.
This means I've slept with 2 ppl that live in vans...my life is complete
Your uterus is safe from my father's misconstrued prophecies.
Did my extra credit for a class I badly need to pass at the bar of Friday's.. kind of sum's up my college career. Got a 90 though.
The night got way more interesting after Jimmy started doing summersaults in front of the bar.
I was trying not to blow up your phone, but I'm so horny I think I might die
Shhh embrace your inner whore. Just embrace it.
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