I just saw a neon sign in a bar window that says, "open to Public" but the L is burnt out.
I can hear my fat mexican neighbor yelling "do you like that!" ...I hope its not his dog
I wana party with Kermit the frog, no wait. Fozzy the bear. He's probably a silly bitch when he's drunk.
ride him like a prized pony all the way to orgasm town.
I don't care how high you are, you can't finger me while eating potato chips.
Not sure. We'll pass out on that bridge when we stumble to it.
No. I want to vom filet mignon and ziti bits everywhere and my body feels like I ran a cock triathalon. I feel less triumphant and more like death.
Do you know how disconcerting it is to hear the sound a dog makes while it drinks water and find out that it's someone eating you out?
Oh hey. I left my beer there. Beer is more important than my pride. I want to pick that up.
I haven't filled him in on Operation "find a sugar daddy & suck dick for money" yet, but I'm sure he just wants me to be happy.
If tits could talk, mine would be bragging
If there's anything my liberal arts education has taught me, it's belligerence.
I'm trying to fuck him and feed him. I don't understand why it isn't working.
Is it still sex if there's no nudity, no orgasms, but the neighbors bang on the wall and ask you to stop? I've honestly forgotten.
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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