Oh, I made pasta salad in the throw up bowl. I hope you don't need that for the next few days.
I just had a flashback of 4:30am: me hugging the toilet bowl and you handing me a jar of pickles to open. There is something seriously wrong with us.
She got stuck in the front door. She never told me how or why.
Do you knowwwwww you never ha to pee while lhr on eztacy
That ACT prep teacher knew i was hung. I could see it in her eyes.
after giving head I just always feel like I need like. ice cream. as both a means of getting the lingering sperm out of my mouth, and a congratulations.
tanning, a slurpee, and a cigarette. spa day college edition
so i EARNED it!?! i EARNED dying alone with cats!!?
She gave you a handy in the bar and you were surprised she was good with a dick?
Hahah good point
I never said it was inaccurate, I said I hate you.
Nah, I was done when the Big Pun lookalike began to sob and tell me I looked like his ex...
There's hope in those eyes, for a better tomorrow or more cocaine, we may never know, but there's hope.
I just timed my pee with a stop watch. From when the main stream started to ended. It was 45.1 seconds. This is the truth trust me.
When God closes one door, he opens up a taller, smarter, more successful door, with a bigger cock and nicer teeth.
Clearly the Stanley Cup Finals good luck hand job IS necessary. You let the whole team down.
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