I'm scared at the amount of beastiality in this conversation.
Good news.. I found out what I did Saturday night. Bad news... I found out what I did Saturday night.
... thanks for letting me perform minor surgery on myself last night.
I figured if you were smart enough to sterilize with vodka, you could handle it.
i am one more weekend without sex away from dosing him with viagra and locking ourselves into a closet.
Stripperoke is exactly what it sounds...
Why am I the only one concerned that there's a dog in the movie theatre?
If there was a saddle on his sack, she would ride it.
Sorry for rubbing my feet on you and repeating "good pony, stay."
I literally walked into the toilet, looked at my reflection, said "alcohol" and went back to bed...
I just don't remember. It's like I went to bed on July 3rd.. and woke up on the 5th. Nothing.
he can suck his own dick, i cant compete with that
You know you were really drunk last night when you woke up and had someone else's jacket with their car keys and medical marijuana that you wore home from the bar and no sign of your actual jacket.
Your english degree would kill itself if it could read that text.
maybe a couloe typos.. noooooooooo big deal
I just bought spray paint, a T-shirt, and a box of magnum condoms. The cashier refused to make eye contact! Haha
are you the reason the first floor girls' bathroom smells like weed?
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