the cure to his relationship is in or around my vagina.
You told the cops that they couldn't arrest you because they weren't hot enough to fuck
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
I'm not saying we can't have sex tonight, I'm just saying we have to work it around Lost.
I mean, there was frosting being put on a tunafish sandwich. Pretty sure she knew we were high.
the trick is not to think about where her tounge has been.
I will never swim in a flooded basement again..
Well sorry I accidentally spooned your mom and possibly threw up on you
And before you knew it they were calling me the pussy usher or something like that
I also love beards. The playoffs are like christmas for my vagina.
I think my body is a cloud. This mixture of things is heavenly. Dare was wrong, drugs are awesome.
We both work at 8am and I have to shower but my roommate is passed out on our bathroom floor with the door locked. Merry Christmas.
You know you're high when, "Why can't I steal the duck?!" Becomes a serious question.
It's my birthday weekend! I'm getting a Brazilian and he's going to fucking Arkansas. Where the fuck are his priorities?
i feel like if my pee,blood, or vomit is on it...it should belong to me by default. can we make that a rule?
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