the cure to his relationship is in or around my vagina.
Apparently oprah and I were in competition to see who's ass could get bigger this summer
i just threw up repeatedly on the entire entire walk down A1A to the pizza place....then on the way back slipped and fell in it
I learned nothing from that class except drinking and chemistry go together great.
If I'm going to go gay, i'm not going to go for a tiny dick.
Bible prof is the guy I made out with at the gay bar on the fourth. He doesn't remember.
But seriously he was like a god with his hands. My vagina feels annointed.
So... crashing at the hot bartender's place is not a solid marital decision.
Also, lets remember that we have known each other for nearly a decade and our two most recent photos to one another are boxes of plan b
He claimed he was the best ass eater of the south. He was right.
I smell like thanksgiving dinner and bad decisions. Its not even thanksgiving yet.
The pee I just pissed was about 7% better than the one at your house. But both are pretty far up there.
I have bruises all over my legs. Did I hit a car with my bike last night?
You know I was thinking and I've never seen a penis in a whirlpool before
Drinking and decided to streak in the apartment fountain. Canadian goose shit and sharp rocks on the bottom. I sobered up quick. That was a very bad idea.
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