I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
My mother just asked me if i ever swallow the goods...should i be concerned?
if it walks like a guido and talks like a guido, i'm gonna fuck it.
Dude dan is so baked he taped his remote to the futon so he couldn't lose it again. Come over here
so, does the "dick the size of your forearm" thing run in the family then?
You motherfucker. I just had an MRI with a penny under my boob.
Then she looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I missed my foreskin. Weirdest conversation ever.
It's simple. He fucks me at his place and I fuck him at my place. It's like man of the house gets to top.
Last night she walked off and disappeared from everyone got home at 330 and said she went to the casino with her cab driver.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
I am going to go back to drinking and listneing to Hanson now. Maybe crying. Or perhaps Full House reruns
The hotel had a helipad. Of course we had sex on it.
Well I didn't get a shacker shirt but I somehow managed to come home with superman socks
UPDATE: THERE IS ASS EATING. I REPEAT: THERE IS ASS EATING.
If Dr Phil has taught me anything about myself, it’s that I can seriously relate to those women who fake their pregnancies.
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