Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
Reach down the front of your pants and feel around for a while. When you find your balls, leave the library and meet me at the bar.
three words: i give head
three words: not that well
And then he said "I can't get blown while Gordon Bombay and Mr. Holland stare at me from the TV"
I'm beginning to feel kind of at home at Police stations
Apparently everytime he put me down to bed I escaped out the window, I faintly recall climbing into the canoe in the back yard, and air paddling.
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
We got back together. The pastures weren't greener on the other side, the dicks were just smaller
Wackin it to the USA womens soccer team. My own personal way of saying job well done.
If your wondering why there is a puddle on the floor is I may have decided to make a kiddie pool in your living room.
If I walk in on you beating off, at least have the fucking decency to STOP BEATING OFF!
I told this guy in the dining hall that he's a hippie god and he's never made eating yogurt so sexy
I have a fantastic sense of humor but being called a merman isn't funny
I wanted to write an apology letter to my vagina after that.
What the hell kind of sad excuse for a bottom are you
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