covered in glitter, my cheek hurts, and theres a handprint on my face. Would i do it again. Absolutly
He's so far in the closet he's in Narnia
I'm ready for this little girl to leave so I can hit the bong already
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others..
As a matter of fact you told me i fulfilled your "woodshop teacher fantasy"
And she was like "I wanted you all for myself, to love you, and treat you like gold."... See this is why I shouldn't fuck Italian chicks...
Also on a more serious note, what says pull my hair more: straight or soft curls?
It's sad that your definition of adulthood entails banging your boss after getting hammered at happy hour, and putting the tab on the company credit card.
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
You were throwing up and said, "Whipe my face, I must look presentable at all times."
holy fuck man...it feels like I got beat the fuck out of by death's baseball bat...chimichangas?
It's something you'd find in the room outside of Ben Carson's sex dungeon
I cannot pick him out of a line up. I remember he is blonde and his half flaccid dick looks like gonzo. So unless he pulls down his pants I don't know who he is
We are never doing shots of gin. Never again.
I'm pretty sure that's exactly what we're doing.
When we were finished she immediately got up, cut a star out of a piece of paper, colored it gold, taped it to my chest and deemed me the Sheriff of Sex.
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