I just put out an orange level terrorist threat on her punani
and then you went into taco bell without pants...and surprisingly you weren't the only one there without pants
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
It was the classiest, most strategic and inspired vomiting I've ever witnessed. Like a blind mans first sunrise. A priests first prayer. Or a virgins first orgasm.
Dude, it's the frankincense and myrrh soap. Smelling like baby Jesus will get you laid.
Two dudes. Loud music. Dancing shirtless possibly naked. Why would I ever need cable?!
4 people stoned, 3 boys I've slept with, 2 I gave chlamydia, and a partridge in a pear treeeeee
How festive
I greatly enjoy being related to her. Even if is it only by a penis.
Bringing families together since 1987
Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.
So changing channels while she's on top is frowned upon. It's back to thinking about baseball again.
Only the sound of Friends and my gulping of wine are masking the sounds of my roommate getting laid
The candles are lit, the magic circle is drawn, now all we need to do is get naked and see how many orgasms we can manage.
Pray for me. I just had a sex dream about Debbie Wasserman-Schultz.
We spent our last night together taking turns vomiting in the bathroom. I'd say it was a romantic trip.
2020 sucks, I want a refund
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