I saw his package. It spoke to me.
what if every blade of grass was a penis?
In hindsight maybe we should have moved his homework instead of playing quarters on top of it.
Just pulled an upper-decker at a hardware store. I believe I'm winning 8-2. It's obvious you don't shit enough in public.
Apparently I was trying to convince him Springsteen has had buttsex. I ended the argument with "I bet he came from it too."
Next time I see you, remind me to tell you how I fell through my attic door and landed on my feet in the garage on the first floor.
Tough to say exactly how to play this. I just know people don't like surprises when genitals are involved.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
by 11 am we'd already been drunk twice. how much lower can you go?
Mom called her a cunt. I think that's code for "don't bring her over ever again."
Getting "I couldn't find the front door so I climbed in through window" drunk seems to be a habit of yours
Honestly and this might sound scary... But I want to get high and play with weapons
I just remember banging him and then at some point I went and took a shower and went and laid in the closet
I'm like a freaking volcano of life and sexual frustrations
You thought they were asking for volunteers for a karaoke contest so you jumped up not realizing it was actually a "last 3 minutes boxing match". But you took that right hook like a champ.
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