no, there's no challenge. I live a humble lifestyle out of virtue.
You wear Armani Exchange.
His dick was as big as my arm. Giving him a handjob was like giving someone an Indian sunburn.
Apparently the last thing they remember of me was me stumbing into a bathroom, then falling out 5 minutes later clutching a butter knife repeating "ketamine goes in my face hole"
she was in the bathroom washing her eye makeup off with hand sanitizer.
like the only thing i remember is bringing a piece of toast to the bar...
don't be alarmed if you come back and i'm passed out drunk and naked cuddling with the franzia.
When hitting a Woodchuck bottle with a machete, glass will fly back and cut your face.
I hope you did not try this.
Fyi: beer caps are stronger then bathroom counters
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
Hey mom, soo do we have a family lawyer or am I on my own for that?
The drug dealer had chickens in his house so I know it was good stuff.
I lost a whole day of my life. Apparemtly I was using my deodrant as a phone. And is my phone there?
I just had a mental image of us riding a tractor through hell with one of those big guns mounted on top of it shooting at everyone while the indiana jones music plays.
Lo siento on account of my penis...
as a lesbian i'd like to thank joe biden and also america for giving us this absolute MILF for a VP
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