There's a "art of the blow job" class in the city. We should go
Baby, I'm all set with that. That would be like trying to teach bruce lee how to kick someone in the head
we both passed out while playing beer pong, woke up in the morning and continued to play coffee pong to cure our hangovers
Sorry I couldn't get my dick out
Now he's talking about how he's writing in a journal because he doesn't remember "his thought patterns when he was in elementary and that's distressing". I'm walking home. Fuck this.
I just got a huge discount at GameStop for having tits. I win.
You were so calm and collected as you strolled out the door with 40 mcdonalds cups in your arms. It was legendary.
You can't play that off as role play thing. You held my hips and kept yelling "put a baby in me!" That shit ain't cool.
I spilled beer everywhere which led to an oil fire and me melting a spatula again. And then I was late to class so I explained what happened to the teacher.
My mouth is so dry that I'm about to put a straw in a jar of Vaseline and chug. This all addi diet definitely has its ups and downs.
I found my limit. I will not, in fact, blow my 78 year old professor for an A in his class.
One day i'll wow you with artfully trimmed pubes.
I may have just tried to argue quantum entanglement as the reason I was still in her bed.
He then used a box cutter I keep in my car to open the plan b. Who says chivalry is dead?
Also, two points for knowing me well enough to know I definitely would put the moves on his brother.
Can we climb Your roof?
No bitch its 2am go home.
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