In these economic times, linking arms taking tequilla shots with your boss as an underage girl is the best job security I can think of
New word for getting laid so we don't sound like whores in public when we are talking about it : stamp the passport
I woke up covered in my own vomit with a pocket full of napkins. I guess I knew I would need them, but was not coherent enough to use them before passing out.
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
i don't know at this point bringing the fog horn might be a good idea...
I just feel like a little gay dolphin in a massive sea
youre just mad because i have donuts and im beautiful
Sorry about that whole "setting your deck on fire" thing.
I'm pretty sure when you walk down Broadway and can pick out people you've slept with.. It might be a problem. I'm leaving for rehab tomorrow.
There are cops on horseback in our back yard
Look, the fact that I didn't kick him out and rip your clothes off speaks very highly of me.
Moral of the story is go have sex with a foreigner and report back to me.
So not the biggest tits he had his cock between. He could have lied.
I just think his face would be more attractiveif it was framed by my thighs
How does one take the "you're the best sex I've ever had but I'm marrying someone that's sub-par in the sack" mind fuck?
I pity the fool.
Thanks Mr T.
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