He seemed more like the type to get donkey punched by a she-male hooker to me
I'm curled up in a ball on the floor of my office with the lights off. I hope no one notices. No more open bar. Woof.
Fake titties should be able inflate and deflate like tires. So on Saturday you can put on your Double D hooker titties or Sunday put on your size B church tits.
he just tried to convince me that tylenol is a gateway drug
Protocol on turning down a date from someone in the House of Representatives?
For some reason there are two like 10 year old black girls crumping at the bar. I feel like I'm in a missy elliot video.
Itd be like fucking a waterbed thats been locked in a barn for two years.
Where in the FUCK do you get your analogies
you crashed our wine night double date and sat on the floor eating cheese talking about how big his dick is.
You said something about how beautiful my pockets were, then walked away.
Yes talking about pockets is classic me.
Whatever she smells like compost and feathers.
I believe they call that patchouli.
This feeling I'm having... is it love or a combination of alcoholism and unprotected rough sex
WHAT IS HAPPENING
A FLOCK OF DICKS IS MIGRATING TOWARDS US.
After you passed out we took your car to the campus and stole a 150lb plaque that's now in your trunk. Happy birthday!
Who is naked dude in the kitchen?
My bald co-worker just chugged a literal gallon of coffee. My condolences to his kidneys.
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