We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
i watch way too much csi for them to even pretend to be my friend.
i don't mind that he's uncut. i like it! it's like a little sweater!
a cock doensn't need a sweater! especially a skin sweater! wtf.
That's like some buffalo bill hannibal lector shit.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Question. Will thrown up fruit loops go down the shower drain?
Just ordered a clown who does balloon animals. No backing out now.
No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feeling. Of course this a booty call.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
I'm gonna face reality, tomorrow morning is not on my hungover agenda.
The compounded multi day delayed hangover hit me hard today, with a vengeance normally reserved for large objects that go in my ass. I don't feel good.
For our 1st date, he tried to schedule a rock climbing. I suggested, "how about we meet at my place and you can scale Mt. Vagina?"
It was like 10 tiny penises being shoved in my vagina.
You cannot tell me you don't have a problem while crying pantsless on a stranger's sofa bed.
He makes balloon animals that get you high? Hell yeah invite him over!
when in doubt, mount your coworker in the staff room.
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