I don't get it.
Me neither.
But I masturbated to it anyway.
Whenever he makes me dinner its always mini things.. cheeseburgers, corndogs.. is he preparing me for something?
They should make a Rosetta Stone that allows men to understand what the fuck women are actually trying to say.
I'm bringing in a picture of a stranger on facebook to get my haircut. I have reached a new level of creepy.
well, 500 bucks doesn't grown on trees, and i need that bear suit for any chance of vagina access.
thanks so much for stopping me from telling him i want to have sex with him while i proceeded to hookup with the air.
Let's go get our ovaries removed together. It'll be like bonding by getting mani/pedis, but with more vicodin and less unwanted pregnancies.
I'm surprised I haven't crapped out a leprechaun, I'm so hungover
I threw up on my way to work while listening to "the good times are killing me". this award goes to modest mouse for creating the most poetic puke ever
I've got beer and a bag of saltwater taffy and croutons, is that enough for this typhoon thing?
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
Let's play "Guess What I Just Found In My Vagina?"
He's so vague sometimes. Like dude, we've been friends for 3 years. I don't need you to be vague, I need you to be inside of my vagina.
I walked in on him jerking it to videos of UFC fighters. The most awkward part: he didn't stop when I walked in.
shes rolling around in the floor yelling my vagina hates me
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