Your lack of dick hurts my anus. I hate your loverboy tactics.
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
if pee wee herman would have taken a snuggie to the movies he wouldnt have gotten caught
she's on the floor slapping my dogs face with slices of pizza
Her legal name is Candy. Her being a whore is implied.
I'm gonna hire strippers dressed like the founding fathers.
it's almost 8pm and i'm still hungover. at what point do i alert someone?
I'm just going to lay in a blanket cocoon of self pity for the next few months.
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 was doing karaoke to "baby got back" and apologizing for being white at the same time.
At what point can I admit that I hate going to house parties?
I don't wanna stand in your shitty kitchen making small talk while I guard the quality booze I brought.
You barfed off the front porch while the elderly neighbors were walking their dog. We had to convince them not to call 911.
Pics or it didn't happen.
Don't drag this out. All I need to know is if I have to put pants on or not.
How'd things go with that guy last night?
He threw up in the consol in my car then started crying about his ex girlfriend.
I looked into her soul, didn't I?
You eye-fucked her soul.
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