Maybe if i eat something filling like whole wheat pasta it will make me less hungry for things like dick
It's Christmas week. I wouldn't know what to do if i wasn't hung over.
It's like his dick is pushing through his pants and driving him over here.
In all honesty of all my sexual conquests, his dick is probably my proudest moment.
I knew my sign language would come in handy. I just used sign to coordinate a coke deal.
He said that he didn't know what level the sun was on, and then he puked.
Pitting the remainder of the bottle against my hangover. I'm expecting an all out cage match for my soul and wellbeing.
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
I actually want to work out for some reason... I think it's my brains way of telling me it doesn't like living in a fat body.
See,its just the last time this situation happened I ended up hiding in a closet on my birthday
I hooked up with Spider-Man on the hood of Santas car. I kept saying that he could shoot his web at me. Also I found Waldo. Overall good night.
Sure go ahead and start this 'business' with him...just don't come crying to me when you have to fake your own death in two years
Dunno. My heart says "no", my brain says "maybe" and my dick says "YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!"
The fact that my boss lets me drink on my lunch break makes Mondays much easier.
Had a dream last night where I asked you how your Christmas was and your response was, “sex, man. Just lots and lots of sex.”
Good god. A spell so dry your friends actually commit it to their subconscious!
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