Reggie can tackle my bush.
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
Its not christmas eve unless I give him head. I wont take no for an answer
I am not kidding you. There is an airport luggage cart overturned in my driveway. We need to stop going to the airport bar.
We were in the shower and he sat down an wouldn't do anything. I'm so glad he manscapes. It made washing his balls less awkward.
WHERE ARE MY FUCKING EYEBROWS?!
Having him as a wingman is like telling the girl you already have aids
We 6 way cheers-ed with French fries last night, hammered, in the booth.
Dylan just paid 30 bucks to have himself wrapped in the clear plastic they wrap luggage in at the airport. Bring scissors.
I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions. Mostly the emotion known as anger.
Take your time. I'm mowing the lawn. In the dark. Drunk.
Rumor has it that you want to bring me soup in exchange for a blow job.
So, Kevin dropping me off at urgent care. Seems my tampon slipped out of reach. Even after he tried to get it out with some kitchen tongs.
Mandatory face masks - finally, a solution for lip augmentation failures and bad breath.
Stacy lit a fart and burn half of the couch down before we can put the Flames out. Bring your truck.
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