white trash or talent: driving, 1 hand on the wheel, 1 holding a cell phone & talking & smoking without using hands..in an old beater pickup..
Both
I think its a sure sign I need to get laid when every cloud in the sky looks like a penis.
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
They were greeting people getting off the 48 with green beers and cheers. The one day I decide not to take the bus home...
Just once I'd like to throw a party where I don't have to clean up someone else's blood the next morning.
We never did figure out who the stuff on the wall came from, did we?
Her throat is strong enough to gargle peanut butter. I'm sure you were satisfied.
And we're now at 8 people from the office coming to my desk to ask me "do you feel better?".
I guess my vagina missed him because it called and left a 5 min. message. Color me impressed
You can't be friends with my side piece. Conflict of interest.
I'm high and dancing to practical magic. Your needs for my penis can wait.
If I am telling you about the details of the shits I take I probably don't want to have sex with you. Probably.
Ive fucked up. im like a feral dog rabidly chasing an infrequent dream amidst a cataclysm of disaster
He should just accept that I want his dick and his friendship. Can't he understand that I don't do emotions?
Who put my cat in the fridge?
We’ve discussed sex and dinner. Like chicken nuggets while doing it doggie and watching tv.
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