So when jo picked me up from the bar I kept apologizing and kept telling her "I'm just a wittle donut"
i feel like the song jizz in my pants was made for him.
the sex was "jacking off to playboy" bad.
He was rambling about life and dignity and happiness. but all i kept thinking was PENIS. YOU HAVE A PENIS. I CAN SHOW YOU WHERE TO PUT THAT PENIS.
So just to get a feel for things...how prone are you to male Amish strippers...
I have to be home in time to watch my friend on that Lifetime show about having babies. And by friend, I mean the girl I had a lesbian experience with at a party 3 years ago.
Your engaged. Stop telling guys you will sit on their face. They don't always know your kidding.
You puked on my feet last night. You owe me a pedicure.
she's just been through a whole lot lately. When the crazy starts leaking out we give her vodka and lock her in the room with all the pillows.
so that's what that room is for...
Man, I want to make his penis a sandwich.
If you send me another picture of a donut on your penis while I'm at work, I may have to slap you With the donut.
I know what I want to do this Friday. However, it might end in me getting kicked out of an arcade and a mini golf course.
I sent him home with blood on his fingers and shame in his heart.
He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
After we won that round of beer pong you attempted to swallow the winning ball whole claiming you had the mouth and jaw of a snake.
A snake? I must've been gone...
After that you got naked and hissed at people the rest of the night..
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