I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Great. I get laid, Leslie Nielsen dies. I can't have have sex anymore, the film community can't take another loss like this.
You're going to have to buy me a lot of drinks before the bee suit goes on...
My heart is having a hard time convincing my vagina he's not worth it.
Im pretty sure you told the waiter at Dennys last night to take your pants off or show a nipple.
my mom just walked in on me in the shower doing the "ass hair shave" pose.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
I fell asleep while studying last night and woke up smelling like whiskey and sex... words can not describe how confused I am
dude there's a blind guy on the trail using his service dog to hit on girls.
Why is there a cash register on top of my car?
I found a guy who will take me to the Olive Garden and he is CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE.
The last thing I remember is being given a cup full of absinthe and deciding I needed to wear my tool belt
You were returned to the hotel by someone wearing a priest costume and carrying knives.
My orgasm happened in two different decades
I'm still thinking about that amazing orgasm last night. I literally heard angels singing "Hallelujah!!"
Is it too much to ask to have a life partner who has both male and female sex organs that looks cute and sounds like a female Antonio Banderas and likes to get weird?
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