As a matter of fact my bong is named Hulkamania brother
thats the last time I fuck a piece of fruit on camera for him.
what was i supposed to do!? wake up and actually ask her name??
doing shots has become such a natural thing to me that i just instinctively swallowed listerine
Remember when I booked a hotel room for next sat? Nneither do I.
There's a big hole in the wall at the dining hall. I hope we didn't do
My stepdad and I just tag-team hit on a server at McDonald's. This is the man I should have grown up with.
I either just got free sex or a nice jail sentence. Text me in 10 to verify.
It feels like you stuck your dick in a fire and then branded the inside of me.
I have no idea. He was just running around wearing a horse mask yelling "bumfuck" repeatedly. We figured we'd just let him get it out of his system.
So I am watching ghostbusters and I realized Rick moranis is basically in the friends zone than he turns into the key master bangs her and it leads to the end of the world...maybe there is a reason people are in the friend zone
It was easier that asking where the vagina platter is.
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
Here's a concept though: eating pasta while getting laid
Just walked out of the train bathroom after having sex and got a round of applause from the passengers. Definitely the best part of the trip.
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