my penis was classy and tasteful, i don't know what her problem was.
God dammit. Now I'm pissed at Arizona, while feeling bad for my poor, poor penis.
I saw his package. It spoke to me.
I'm texting you from across the beer pong table to tell you that the drunk chick you brought over needs to disappear. like now.
no you went to jail because you don't know how to whisper when offering a cop a blow job. I'm sure him having a chick partner didn't help.
I'm silent, like a masturbating ninja.
He was puking up tons. He aimed his face inside his coat. Not a drop in my car. Then he thanked me for the ride.
well, the two that sent pics I've already been with, so at least its not just BAM HERE'S MY PENIS IN YOUR INBOX ENJOY THOSE MEGAPIXELS
I applaud your efforts, but I have to say it was the bear we encountered that ultimately shut down the entire operation
You were fine, but your knee injury definitely came from interpretive dancing like a gay fairy with lead wings all around the Mission St BART. Everyone thought you were on drugs.
You don't have issues. You're a consenting adult having sex at work. Go you.
I know he’s a bad decision but he's casual, his penis is amazing and his technique is on point.
And you are going to be so turned on by my batman skills later
I would like to make it known to all of you that my penis is official retired, but it thanks you for the countless years of service you provided
Bro, I live in a constant state of existential dread and moderate ennui. The prospect of cosmic horror doesn’t faze me that much.
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