I'm pretty sure I have jizz on the back of the dress I wore to church. Awesome.
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
you just kept bragging about how there was a "pretty large" chance that you had pooped on the same toilet as George Clooney
we couldn't find any funnels so we taped a spaghetti strainer to a pool noodle and it worked fairly well
I need to hump something and I know u understand.
Please tell me that chemistry equipment is for chemistry and not for producing felonies.
I am tired of banking on my penis size to overcome my lack of game.
Done deal I'm dying it right at this moment. I'll need a red Speedo and a half shirt that is extremely tight. Like nipple tight.
Sorry I didn't answer your call last night, I was peeing on the driveway.
I didn't want to have shaved for no reason, so I told him I'd blow him if he would just come over and appreciate the smoothness of my legs.
It's been 12 hours since I have heard from you and social media has given me no indication you are anything but dead, so that's what I'm going with.
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
I just want to buy drugs without having to pay an arm and a leg for it. Is that a horrible thing to ask for?
I mean, it's not like you can exactly complain to the manager and higher ups about it.
He told me that after two hours of fucking he feels as though his dick wants to detach from his body and go to Mexico..
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