I fell off the front porch last night. Actually.. I dove. I dove off the front porch.
The police scanner is talking about you again....
she screamed "my eye!" and it brought me a surge of bad memories. except she was yelling about a lemon.
Say something like you want him to fuck you behind a McDonald's. Guys secretly love weird shit like that.
Let's enter the circle of trust. Are we there yet? Ok. If I somehow hypothetically slept with Amandas ex husband...on a scale of one to ten...how bad is that?
They tried. Someone started to yell beer shower but he spun around and punched them in the mouth before they even finished saying beer. He's a fast little drunk.
Last comment. I know of no exercises, diets or practices out there to help keeping balls young and healthy. They simply succumb to gravity.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I haven't been that free with the boobs since I was 19. I'm putting them away for a while.
If you insist
The one guy literally flopped my boob out. Yes I insist.
side note: on a scale of 1-10, how bad an idea is it to hook up with 9 cats guy?
Who's the captain of your team? Captain Morgan as usual?
And me
all of these bad things happened because I didn't bring a shower beer.
She's the good dick fairy. You buy her a beer and half an hour later the best lay in the place is asking to take you home.
I'm doing the walk of shame into my therapists office wearing his clothes...I guess go big or go home
hey sweets how's ur crotch today?
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