Good. You are like the clit whisperer.
Let me rephrase. Would it display my intentions too much if i walked all the way across my office and into the bathroom carrying my book
hey boys, thanks for all the pictures of your dick you took with my camera last night...they were really nice to stumble upon while reliving my night in the breakroom today at work
Its like the unofficial aniversary of the loss of her virginity. And I will be giving tours of the spot they did it in and showing how I'm serious when I say the grass doesn't grow there anymore.
she is legit wearing a plastic bag around her neck as a necklace. she says it serves two purposes.
It's cosmic balancing. My vagina is an instrument of karmic retribution.
You told me to keep you from drinking, but we both know I'm not that kind of friend.
nothing says "fuck you jocks from high school my life is better than yours" like bringing 5 grand in 20s to the bar
yeah I had to wear a fucking diaper from work home so I didn't get the shitty squirts all over my cars seats it was fucked
I mean I just feel if I'm not being fat and lazy then I'm not really being myself
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
I don't think tits should taste like fish.
What am I supposed to say? "Hey remember last spring when I did an ergonomic assessment on your office, well here's an ergo for your dick."
Babe, Have you see my pants?
Try Jay street in Brooklyn.. that's where I last remember seeing them.
Drugs and unwanted pregnancies are the only things that I'm good at. College comes in at a close third.
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