I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I feel like i'm in "To Catch a Predator - The Musical"
yeh she's definitely getting a ham and plan b omelette in the morning
but seriously ill do anyone in one of those hats with the earflaps.
And then you gave the bride a high five and said "Go forth and Consummate."
I JUST WANT TO WATCH PORN BUT THE CAT IS JUST SITTING HERE LICKING HIS BALLS. I CAN'T DO IT.
The staff doesn't like it when you try and take your wheelchair for a joy ride since I've been waiting for an hour and a half.
Do what? I was just saying that at some point there's a chance I'll have a boner. Think of it like a guessing game. "Does he have one now?"
So I have a scar from when the stripper tore off my underwear .... Best birthday ever
the only thing you said was do the helicopter dick
You told me I couldn't make out with you until I added you on LinkedIn
It's been awhile, you pregnant yet?
i feel sensations at the ends of my beard. Either I am super high. Or my face has accepted my beard and I completed my transformation to Mecca
Does fucking him in the back of the car with the sun roof retracted count as star gazing?
As a side note, can you ask the maintenance staff not to drag their balls on our stairwell handrails. Please.
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