No, a stripper letting you buy her dinner is not the same as a girlfriend.
This guy at the party just introduced himself to me as "the guy who sat behind you on a plane last year"
I'll see ya tonight at your house...and I'm bringing you a special treat that starts with a V and ends with us eventually going to rehab one day.
i was drinking at the bar last night with a guy with no bottom teeth, wearing zubas and a polka dotted hat. if that isn't the definition of wisconsin, i dont know what is
how did my horoscope know i was too hungover to operate a stove.
she gave me her number and i just said "no. cant."
My dad handed me a drink and said, "This'll knock your dick in the dirt..."
Let's go dancing. I wanna sprain an ankle. And a labia. My labia or yours. I'm not picky.
Of course it may just be the context. A dish of dog food would look lovely next to your breasts.
I jammed my finger giving him a hand job. Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure that out.
Well there's a microwave in my yard now too. I fucking Bruce/Caitlyn Jennered decathloned that bitch.
Nobody likes ball hair. Not even gay dudes
He ran out to tell us that somebody flooded the bathroom, then went back in there fell on his ass and asked why the floor was wet
whered you go
woke up in a ditch, shat infront of a little league game, slept in her stairway...i need to come here more often
The progression was banging a stripper banging an unemployed stripper banging a sexual entrepreneur quarantining with benefits totally fucking whipped. Get it right dude
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