Joe is yelling at the trees again.
I am going to invent a chocolate mix for sperm.
I just saw grafitti that read "Mug The Fart Eater". Really, Memphis? That's all you've got?
she was left over bi-product, like the hotdog of the human race
you made pancakes with beer, you said they were good. then you threw up 15 minutes later
he was drinking cheap vodka with warm tap water and a packet of crystal light. if that's not an alcoholic then idk what is
and then we had to stop you from trying to pour shots through your nose with the neti pot.
I need you to send me a picture of your dick. I want to forward it to that girl and you and i both know you're more impressively sized
you fucked my boyfriend. margarita girls night will not fix this.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
I really dont wanna go to a traffic light party. I have nothing red to pretend I'm taken with. Without something red my "my girlfriend is away in the mines" story wont work.
I mean he gave me an 'I owe you an orgasm' fist bump
Yes. That was the exact moment of my conscience clicking into instant high alert.
I told him that I wanted his dick like I wanted a jumbo hot dog. There something wrong with my priorities
Honey...this isn't my 20's. This is my 30's. I paid for this house and these expensive ass sheets to fuck in them. Get your ass over here.
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