At a bar where three women in denim shorts are debating techniques and skillsets for wrangling goats. You stay classy Delaware.
we couldn't afford a big pool so we bought 2 kiddie pools and put the inflatable beer pong table inbetween. get over here. now.
I don't care if the man pisses on teenage girls, he's enchanting.
she told me to hold the wheel while she hung out the sunroof and cursed the old lady behind us out.
You asked me if you could throw up in my shoe.
I refrained from asking a guy what he spilled on his dick because it smelled good. Morals.
It's called being normal.
I need to beat up a magician now. BRB.
Well he walked in last night, yelled at me for not playing any music and started dancing.
I knew us throwing ourselves at him back in the day would pay off. I'm gonna b a divorcees rebound. Score!
we found him passed out on the baseball field with two 40oz and wearing a tophat.
Where did he get the tophat?
Uh, he still talks to you after you basically sexually harassed him using emojis?
i came outside and he was eating her out on my lawn. i refuse to pick up the dog shit in my yard so i hope he chose the spot wisely
I didn't know I was invited to an orgy.
One less thong to worry about.
One less *thing! But probably that too.
Seriously where are the good guys?
The friend zone.
Randomize
