It's what's on the inside that counts(972): They probably have big open vaginas so the inside is no good
I tapped out to boredom. She bought me a full meal at Subway. Two tap beers and a pretty weak long island iced tea. I'm five dollars cheaper to fuck than she is.
We just had to use a designated driver to get to night class.
In the memo line of the check she wrote sexual healing.
Cookies. Watch out fir falling satellites.
The gay viking and his eqyptian 'queen' hooked up on our couches. They pushed them together to make a bed. Innovative, but awkward to come home from work to at 7 am.
Only once have I found myself in the condom aisle holding a bundt cake...
Cause its not a drunken adventure unless someone ends up in a pool
So question, would you consider it morally wrong to grind up Cialas and put it in ones cocktail? Then I get what I want and he doesn't have to be embarrassed and he can win the mental game with himself? I'm only thinking of him...
Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can't decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking
He's standing in the corner rubbing his nipples and reflecting on poor life choices
Pretty sure my first birthday present will be a pic of an 18-year-old's cock. And I am OK with that
You peed all over his floor and had a bottle popped in your ass when you passed out. Don't tell me I'm "still living in my college days"
Your heart isn't making stupid decisions... your penis is outsmarting your brain. Stop fucking her!
dude i haven't had a solid dump since sunday and i still cant hear out of my right ear
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