no, he's only a walking dick if he mans up. right about now he's just a walking transgender.
My body isn't even mad at me...just disappointed
Interestingly im still mad at you for the time we got high and you tried to hump me.
Lol thats a classic
i think i'd rather have a trophy of a like jizz stained curtain or something
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
Dave a horae rider a coqw boy
your ex girlfriend just barged in my house, drunk, mumbled something about "car strip", and put a huge hole in my drywall with her head.
Well the streets were closed, so it was okay for me to just lay down for a little bit.
You threw up on yourself mid conversation with your mom and then told her a girl at the party puked on you.
A conundrum I think only you would understand: how to classily post "I need a ride to the liquor store" on one's Facebook wall?
Just realized I could have five different dicks in me the day of valentines day but no real date. My life
I hoped the great care he put into rolling a blunt would translate to my vagina.
Mike passed out early so we kept filling his mouth with redi-whip and letting the dog lick it out, but he started getting hives so we stopped.
I understand why animals eat their young in the wild after watching your kid this afternoon
Nobody on Tinder wants to give you a Blumpkin.
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