so the situation is a+b=c where "a" is how much you weight, "b" is my gravitational pull, and "c" is how erect your penis is.
he was humming party in the usa while we were having sex.
So apparently when I was 2, I went around drinking everybody's beer at some wedding, then passed out in a corner....
This explains a lot.
he's werid. hell kiss me after i go down on him but he wont kiss me after i eat anything with mustard.
Its only.eleven and we are already chasing a man on a bike with a bag full of burger king
You know, last years football game was epic, but seeing the same girl that gave you a bj in the parking lot, in the same parking spot...that's fate.
he was spitting whole peanuts projectile out of his mouth at the waitresses as they walked by and then yelled across the restaurant that he had "no problem kicking any of their asses"
The last thing I remember is feeding country fried steak to my best friend in a bubble bath with my bare hands.
I'm dealing with this like an adult, cupcakes and beer.
i refuse to hook up with a girl that looks like drew carey.
This amicable friendliness is dull. We either need to start fighting or fucking around. I'll even let you pick.
that's the first time I've heard "shenanigans" and "apocalypse" in the same sentence
That's a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.
He stopped me in the middle of a blow job to call his grandma for her birthday.
At least he has family values.
After the "sex" was over I dressed as quickly as possible. And then he came over to me stark naked and embraced me. For over a minute. And all I could think was please get your penis off my dress.
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