So yesterday I was on craigslist and I saw a listing for a sofa-cum-bed. I knew what they meant...
think im gonna go get a six pack before class and sit in the back of the room...
After much deliberation I've decided to name my penis "Arthur", hope your mom's surgery goes well.
I feel the need to point out that one of the items on my to-do list for the day is "don't throw up" I have no concept of normal
I plan on gettn treatment center drunk
Then you started screaming that this was the first time you did e and that you had a 4.8 gpa, that was right before you almost suffocated between that one girl's tits.
The problem with Wednesday evening drinking is that no gets to my level. It's like like a one man party. But it's a goood party.
I just realized I'm the burger in your burger and steak anology. Very disconcerting.
I can dry shave vagina like a champ
He's gotta be able to drive a truck, make me mac n cheese and give me the best orgasms. That's my perfect man
Was my mother there when I broke the stipper pole?
Are there any plans to where i might need to be dressed semi-nicely or is it a "pants optional" weekend?
I think if I send him enough nudes, he will buy my plane ticket.
His mom let me come to his house for a Booty call at 4am. She even cooked us breakfast in the morning and told me im a better moaner than his girlfriend of 4yrs.
Probably not. Getting pulled over and puking my guts out on the side of the road in front of the cop and him making fun of me, was not my finest moment. Plus I lost my debit card.
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