it was like one of those moments where the couple runs together and kisses and everyone in the airport claps. but instead of clapping an indian guy walked by and said 'ahhhright! get some!'
..She then engaged in what she called an "interpretive pole dance"
say it with me now .. the "golden" penis. his nickname does not disappoint.
Don't blame me for eating all the ham.. I gave it out to people, so at most I'm guilty of ham distribution
Everything is fine now . The coast guard said we just can't take the inflatable trampling out past the break way anymore
I was pretending that it wasn't happening. Until we had to roll down the windows as she was vomiting apologies into a Target bag.
But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
Just so we're clear. I'm still making jello shots and bringing them to the bar in my purse. I don't care if its half off margaritas. Don't want anyone thirsty
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
I just got a huge discount at GameStop for having tits. I win.
Some guy just ate one of the dog treats. I have him a free beer. I love my job.
I might as well walk around wearing a sandwich board and accept the fact that I'm dying single.
I can't get the smell of burned penis out of the house
He tripped and fell all the way to the ground and then stood right back with out spilling a drop of his 3/4 full glass of rum and coke. It was like watching something from the matrix
I've realized that drinking at your apartment alone on a Tuesday probably isn't a good thing.
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