Pretty sure I just has te same conversation as you. He suggested I get, sell, and fuck the hoes, and once all was said and done, that I should refer afforementioned hoes to him, to perform felatio.
dude skip the party. it is a fucking post office here
what the hell does that mean?
nothing good but a whole lotta male and packages
Dudes got a Polo tattoo. I don't care if he has a yacht I can't handle that level of gay.
I already apologized. And I got cum in my eye in return, I say your night beats mine...
i sound like a 75 year old homeless man that has spent all his panhandling money on cigarettes since he was 12. that rough.
she found out just an hour ago that she might have cervical cancer. either way we're watching 50/50 and taking a shot of patron anytime anyone says cancer.
I mean, I gave him a hand job on the Pearl Harbor tour bus; I don't know what the fuck else he wants out of this "relationship"
I am 100% planning on being drunk on Wednesday. This is America. Work or no work.
Also I found and fixed my beer gun.
I used his number to look up his customer information at work. He's no longer saved as Magic Penis in my phone.
Day one of being single and I've came three times. I can get used to this.
Well I'm glad your Saturday night went a lot better than mine. I spent mine crying in a McDonald's parking lot.
What is it about fresh air and wanting to talk about penises
I don't get it. If he broke into Taco Bell at 2 am, then why couldn't he have brought me home a fucking taco???
I got my period on eclipse day. I'm officially in line with the moon.
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