i voted for prop eight dipshit. more weddings = more CAKE.
he just told me about his fetish for rubbing grape jelly on his penis.
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
Just did lines off a tackle box. Love Montana.
It would be like bopping for an apple with my penis but never winning an actual prize. The only thing I would get from it would be the joy from taking part but then regretting it forever more
BEER BONG IN THE STOCKROOM COME IN TO WORK TODAY
He took shrooms and didn't want anyone to touch him. He kept saying he was a chip and he didn't want to break.
That's the saddest description of touching yourself I've heard since someone said "I was just lazily rubbing my clitoris while eating Cheetos alone"
I think I'm going to contact pbr and see if they'll sponsor our dreams
It was really strange. I feel like I had sex with a synchronized swimmer.
Honestly, I want an afternoon of mild abuse, mixed with face fucking and general molestation that turns in love making, laughter and cinnamon toast crunch naked in bed.
HE PUT A HOLE. IN. MY. HOUSE!!!
I threw my back out having sex last night. I don’t know whether to high five myself for a job well done or cry because I’m old.
I offered to trade my cat for a bottle of tequila as long as it had a handle on it and realized I had a problem
doc says my ankle might be broken, they're going to do xrays. He asked me what happened and I told him if he could find out that would be great.
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