So there is this guy preaching the word of God outside our club. I went up to him and said, "God made this body, and he made it for premarital sex." Sup, Hell?
So, does it mean i'm loose if he can't even tell when he fell out?
Say it nicely.
Fine. I want to lovingly bend you over and lovingly fuck the shit out of you. Happy?
The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
It's alright she couldn't hear you. Her legs were over her ears
did i mention he attempted to milk her in backseat?
All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll of your bed.
There's sex hanging in the air like a pinata. European people are no joke.
He just stared into my eyes and touched himself. That isn't hooking up.
I'm sure you can think of a way to make money.. God didn't give you boobs that awesome to waste them feeding your children..
I'm smoking in a kimono on the couch. Bring me gin.
These muscle relaxers obviously don't work because I'm harder than a fucking diamond.
I'm bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.
Her oh Gods turned into oh god I shouldn't be doing this I'm engaged.
Want to help me interview candidates to replace my Cub/Boy Toy when he leaves for grad school next month?
Randomize
