I'm afraid we're only dating because we're too lazy to look for anyone else.
apparently you CAN get banned from Nascar.
oh, and bring over your fire extinguisher. we're gonna get the mailman again
know what turns me on? long, stringy hair on a pasty looking girl with an overstuffed backpack and kneepads over her jeans in case she falls off her scooter
your less of a man for seeing that
Black Friday shoppers are ridiculous. I think I just watched a marriage end.
I have a question, if it paid really well, like ridiculously well, would you be a restaraunts under the table resident blowjob girl?
You're going to have to buy me a lot of drinks before the bee suit goes on...
Let's play a little game of "Last Night Never Happened"
Obviously he considers you not fucking him as fucking up. Thus making him fuck up. Based on this I believe he should be disqualified from the race to your vagina.
I needed to bring way more fireball to class to match this professors intensity
At one point she whispered in my ear "I overdrew my bank account today" but besides that it was an awesome lap dance
Moral of the story: fuckboys never change
There are no winners in a lube eating competition.
Clothing is a burden necessitated by propriety.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
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