I got to see an enormous amount of vagina this morning.
I told him I wanted to have sex to "halleluiah", he suggested the poke-rap.
after watching ten minutes of "the decision," I conclude that King Lebron has more influence on America than Barak Obama. I love our countries values.
She talked about nothing but beanie babies for 45 minutes. I'm never getting high with her again.
The fact that I found him in his Ninja Turtles t-shirt next to six empty and obviously consumed packs of EasyMac watching reruns of Becker certainly made telling him that I wanted a divorce so much easier than I had planned.
We've been broken up for 7 months. His mom sent me a card with a brochure inside titled "How at Risk for STD's are you?"
asked the girl next to us on line to take a picture of us and she shared her bacardi. i love white people.
What ever happened to the whole 'innocent until proven guilty' thing. Like 'not pregnant until proven pregnant'. That's how it should be...
She said just put your tongue in there and don't linger. I have other things to do.
It's official. Those are now your come fuck me flipflops
I seriously doubt this is the first time pumpkin pie has led to a booty call.
It's a sad day when a deadly hurricane headed your way is less depressing than your relationship status.
I already plan to donate my brain to science so they can attempt to fully understand the complexities of my existence
I'm waiting for you in a manthong right now.
You ever stub your boner? It happened to me. Just know that drugs and strip poker and a hot tub. I'll Regale you with the story over drinks later.
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