That's your vagina. No one goes out and burns it
They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
she told me she was pregnant in a never have i ever game
I wanted to dispute a few 411 charges on my phone bill. The service rep told me I called them four times asking for Lady Gaga's number.
Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant.
God you better not be texting me after just having sex with someone from craigslist
Out of all the things I've put my penis in, this seems the most unfortunate.
"can of pringles" is totally a legitimate measure of time
Make sure you have everything youll need until sunday. aka a green shirt and condoms.
I think I'm making a tradition of going to every funeral with at least one sex-related bruise. I don't know how this happened.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
You dropped a beer and it was like when wilson floated away. Complete with sobbing apologies
Shit, no womder she didn't wanna fuck me
I get stoned and write a 15 page history report in two hours. She gets stoned and cries because she "doesn't know which shade of pink is the real one".
4 of us. Guys and girls. Were sitting there discussing the passed out half naked Brit girl on the floor. She is no longer the international woman of mystery.
Randomize
