I have no voice and feel like lukewarm beer.
He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.
And hes hitting me with his balls, really hard.
She. Own s my pussycat. Roxk it like. The sun hitting the horizon
That's the last time I do shots near a campfire.
My stomach is revolting cause i have put food in it and no alcohol.
Maybe STDs were invented to keep stupid people from having kids.
I will call him whatever I please, including flaccid dick on forehead guy but not limited to watermelon cunt head.
Someone had written "Boxmonsterette" on the bathroom wall and I just knew you'd been here.
There should be a company that sends nadgrams. They're like candy grams except the recipient gets kicked in the balls.
Well, that was my first dog walk of shame. Nothing says "I've got my life together" like an inside out shirt and a baggie full of dog shit.
He is what would appear if the douche troop all had rings and we summoned someone like the Captain Planet kids.
I wanted lighthearted conversation about ordering bulk condoms and anal lube but he's depressed and talking about god hating him, ugh
I still don't know why she was so offended when I emerged from the bathroom and told her my balls were now clean.
Ive decided to see your threat against my life as you flirting
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