Our relationship is like that beach boys song "help me Rhonda" and I'm fucking Rhonda. And Rhondas's the whore in case you've never heard it.
I just want you to know the floor between our rooms isnt sound proof "Captain Cock"
shes perfect for him. shes never seen a penis so she has nothing to compare his to.
so apparently i worked out for over an hour last night. drinking is the only way i will ever get anything done
the boat had a sign not to jump off the roof of it, which gave us the idea to jump off the roof of it
There is nacho cheese and blood everywhere.
I'll start choreographing the sperm rain dance now
Your subconscious sucks. Mine is awesome. I have a recurring dream where I manage a chocolate factory run by big titted hookers.
A) you're a liar. B) that would be awesome.
I am self-sufficient. I puked in a wine glass and emptied it in the trash. Points for style and neatness
NO. ANAL IS NOT A GAME.
We have a little not a lot. We already rolled a blunt and named him Ron.
he fucked me wearing a cowboy hat and made grits after
We call him Texas for a reason.
I tried to bring you in when you passed out on the porch but all you said was that I "ruined your hope ands dreams of becoming an astronaut"
it's like he didn't even know what a vagina was
Joke’s on you. I got to talk to a furry about why nukes are bad and why musicals are good.
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