I believe that I finger-banged my way to the top of the corporate ladder.
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
so explain to me why i woke up in jail this morning
because you opened a jar or pickles and a bag of fritos and layed down in the middle of aisle 7 while singing 'la cucaracha'
no more ever clear
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it... Or burn it. Either way we'll deal with it later
How do I invite him to our 4th of July cookout without sounding too much like "hey you were my first orgasm and I want your dick inside my while watching fireworks"
so apparently I plead the 5th to every question they asked me when they put me under the conscious sedation to set my broken wrist
I brought his matress to the living room we're laying on it listening to rick james drinking vodka
I don't really know how to say this, but I have an oven mitt to return to you tomorrow..
So to distract myself from jackies vomiting, im making up a story in my head. It's called the little penis that could
Oh, and also, a couple of straight girls showed up. But they ran away.
Would it be weird if your parents sold me weed?
And I'm determined to make an Eiffel Tower happen sometime. I just don't know who will take the pic (first world sex problem?)
I've just been thinking about sangria a lot lately, like an adult.
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
Now with the essential back story, I can empathize. Sorry about your beer and butthole.
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