Let's just say he looked at my vagina like it was a rubics cube.
Dude, the women on the view have some valid arguments
You know how I know you're gay?
just because she blew him doesn't mean she knows his name.
He was taking the caps off the vodka bottles and throwing them out the window so we'd have to finish them. Engineers have the best logic.
I ate shit on a rock, and when I got up this car full of people asked me if I was okay, and I just sprinted away screaming "I am a banana!"
Somebody really needs to come home and pick up the used condom from the middle of the wood room floor. It's blue, if that helps decide who comes - uh, home.
Her craziness is the sexiest thing about her.
I can't wait to read your obituary.
Just resonded to a booty call with "how much effort is required on my part?" I think I've finally reached the point of smoking too much pot
I don't know his last name, but he's in phone as Pat the conqueror.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
You lost me at unexpected butt stuff. Everything else I would probably do.
So anyway, I'm just floating along life with my vibrator and low expectations.
Dude!! Who the fuck glued Cheetos to my couch? Bastards!!
when I walked in the door they were passed out naked, on top of eachother, with tetris controllers in their hands.
Guess how much it costs to flush your pants down the toilet?
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